I, gasping from the long journey,
Stepped higher and higher,
The wind was blowing hard,
My pesky hair locks windblown.
My legs trembling out of fear,
Body dithering and spurring up the steps,
Reaching the unknown I ponder,
“Is this a fluke or a mirage?”
The doors strangely ajar,
Stained glass welcoming the color within me,
Humongous pillars besiege me,
Ornate lamps alight brighten the dark side.
The esoteric yet intimidating vibes inside,
Dare me to diffuse a brave air,
Long frock covers me from vulnerability,
But somehow I should embrace this world one day.
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