Standing in one´s own light

If it´s not this art coming up from you
it´s other ones.
I believe in the fear of loosing one´s own art
by relaxing too much.
Or loosing oneself.

Can work with that.

It will be dragged to the light
from the next lower level,
once it seems vanished,
because a part of oneself
by then will have vanished,
the one that´s in dialogue always,
standing in front of oneself,
wouldn´t want to forget this view.

It´s somehow like standing on a stairway,
not daring to step down,
cause looking upwards, fixed stare,
The view, that so long had seemed to be all,
so inside of it one had been,
not knowing about it any longer,
the view,
disguised as a whole human being,
it stands in the way,
on the stairway,
grabbing for hold up there,
will not climb down the stairs,
in fear of loosing the hold
and falling when turning.

Many would sink down, though,
in order to rest on the stairs,
the eyes shut down,
curling their bodies
on concrete kerbs.

then, sometime,
still in dreams their other half,
they open their eyes wide,
and see gleaming steps below
and other ones
and more behind,
with almost glistening edges,
touched by light
conceiled no more
by the statue.