Broken Escalators

Just a poem I wrote after Caliper the other day (and after going down the escalator to get out of the building.) Yes, really. No, this is not a poem that actually happened. Just read it, ok? And comment.

AND yes, my inspiration for this poem were the many broken escalators at school. Enough said, just read it.

Broken Escalator
You are walking down the broken escalator. Maybe walking is the wrong word, though.
You are running, putting one foot in front of the other, faster and faster, until I'm sure you're going to fall.
You don't.
You race your invisible foe to the bottom, land lightly on the ground. You turn back to look at me. You beckon with your hand, "Come down and join me!" I look down at your smiling face, tilted up to see me.
And I find my answer.
I put one foot down, then another, walking slowly. Then I begin to run. Faster and faster, feet a blur on the steps. I keep running, and then I fall. I don't hit the ground.
Your arms outstretched, you catch me as I slip. I get back on my feet.
You place out your hand, palm up, an invitation.
I take it.

New poem

Since I haven't posted in a very long time, here's a poem.

Myrtle
myrtle
a deep forest green
thick
you cannot see through
to the wonders within
warm
comforting, yet mysterious
a place where a faerie tale could live
or a nightmare
anything could come out from within the trees
pleasant, or foreboding

myrtle
a soft, gentle green
carefully enfolding you into the deep
a blanket to keep you warm
a soft place to rest your head
restful
peaceful
drawing you in
but letting you out when the true world calls
allowing you to withdraw from your peaceful slumbers
and slowly bringing you back
to reality