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I found the NaPoWriMo prompt a little daunting today, and it felt restrictive to the little inspiration I have right now, so I decided not to do it. This is what I ended up with. I've been thinking about the idea of perspective recently related to the COVID-19 crisis and how it's impacted my life and the lives of those around me.
Perspective Day #5
The step ladder beckons from the room’s dead center
A skylight caressing its dark and sturdy wood
It casts a ring of light to call you up out of the shadow
Illuminating just enough to show you should
How cheerfully some waltz toward the waiting ladder
And weightlessly ascend to see above the gloom
How breezily they clutch at you and try to drag you
Expecting that the view will all your hurt subsume
Unwillingly you stumble under their persistence
But what are eyelids for unless for fear of heights
You need not see with clarity atop the viewpoint
If wallowing in darkness is preferable to light
The step ladder offers a rung for any taker
The skylight’s penetration can diminish pain
Bequeathing proportion in exchange for self pity
But only by desiring can the sight be gained