Stairwell Standing

Standing, with the rest of life before her, not knowing how to climb, she hides her vulnerable smile, the less they see, the easier it becomes. The less they'll attack. For on that curved stairwell of life stands evil.

Evil in people.

Evil in uncertainty.

Evil in heartbreak.

Evil in reality.

Evil even in beauty...

Feeling beautiful to some one special today, on the floor with mascara smudged eyes tomorrow.

Her arms holding herself together, trying to keep her heart from falling out onto the floor- The fog's misting up the ground where it may soon lay...Some one save her or she'll try save herself...either way it could fail. Either way she could fall from the rails, her only hope is strong arms at the bottom. The promise of love, the promise of something new. The promise that maybe, just maybe taking that first step may end in beauty...