Allegory of the Attic

Remember How rewritten

Inside me, you started to clean

squirrels’ nests and spider webs

with your broom of persistence,

compassionate solvents, and agape.

You faced the challenge like a hero.

I was worth it to you, despite the pain

projected onto you, which you captured

and spun like a stoic into strong silk.

It couldn’t destabilize your solid beams,

a dusty attic transformed to golden hues.

Passionately, you have challenged me to

descend the stairs to the main floor

for hiding from light is unnecessary.

With sun stinging my eyes,

I’m battling to transcend these, my own, lies.

The heat exhausts us all,

vaporizes our hope, sun-blinded fear

in our minds, hearts, actions.

I am shaded, always,

by a single memory.