I Am

I am a book, Some of its pages are hidden, They hide in the night, Their writings are from the deep. I am a portrait, Sombre colours depict me better, They show the gloom that resides in my chamber, They show the night I fight to tunnel through. I am the moon, Twilight summons me, The night calls me to stand on the podium, Sometimes my companions don’t stand with me. I am a flight of stairs, The higher I go, The more view that enfolds, They seem to come from obscurity. I am a puzzle, Each piece you find, Propels you to search for more, You’re bewildered by their complexities. February 21, 2024.