A Lifeline on an Airless Stair
The written word — our salvation,
A beacon for the blind within,
Learning illuminates realization,
And self-truths are imbued within.
Voices may rise, yet fade away,
Their wisdom lost to fleeting air,
But words endure, their echoes stay,
A lifeline on an airless stair.
Self-aware though we may strive,
Blind spots linger in our view,
Without the voices, penned enlightened,
We stumble on, bereft of clue.
Bound by emotions, trapped by self,
Our limits cloak what we cannot see,
Humans need others — and words themselves,
To reflect, to grow, to truly be.
For without others, we are lost,
No mirror for the soul inside,
But written truth can bridge the void,
And in its light, we find our guide.
By Mark W. Van Dyke (April 2025)
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