Stairway to Heaven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was a poem a wrote for a contest, which I scored pretty high in.
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Submitted: August 07, 2008

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I lay resting on my mattress without a thought in my head.
Suddenly, the thing I dread most happens before my eyes.
I never really knew how long I was going to live, but I didn't expect to die today.
Maybe tomorrow, but certainly not today.
 
I awake to a light brighter than all before, shining just as proudly as it was pure.
And I soon find out this is no ordinary light, it was more than that.
It was a gleaming golden gate standing as a sentinel between numerous clouds.
I'm soon on my feet and my jaw is hanging open for now I understand.
That is the gate, the gate to heaven.
 
One word passes through my mind:
DEAD
I couldn't be but suddenly I'm walking, more like floating up onto one cloud and the next, climbing the stairway to heaven, soon to be judged by all the souls surrounding.
To be given final judgment, to rise or to fall.
 
I feel the wounds inflicted but see no blood
I feel the souls suffering but hear no screams.
I feel the sins of my own pricking my skin.
On the stairway to heaven, I feel the pain and endure, praying for the first time to the higher being that I have ignored.
 
I survived the hardship, face to face now with the end or what some think to be the beginning.
I reach out to touch the heavenly gate towering before me.
When my fingertips touch the freezing metal, I fell.
The cloud I was standing on evaporated, sending me spiraling down to meet with the ground or whatever doom that lies down there, pasting the cashmere clouds in my wake.
 
Small crystal tears pour from the corners of my eyes as I rush to meet my fate, only to be left with a trail of sparkles to follow me on my journey.
Face first, fingers and toes pointed, I don't scream.
It happens to fast for me to understand any of it.
My eyes catch a glimpse of the solid ground beneath and I whisper my last word as I collide with the ground:
"Goodbye"
 
With a jolt, I sit up at last in my warm, cozy bed with quite a fright.
To my delight, I stare at my hands and feel the sheets of my bed.
It all was too real, walking up that stairway to heaven.
But everything will be alright, because, you know, it was only a dream…


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