The long
white
flowing staircase.
It looks like a silk ribbon.
Flowing up
and down,
looks never ending.
You are on the middle of
the staircase.
You look up
and see nothing but
white and peace.
You look down
and see nothing but
blackness and darkness.
You look around you
and see all of your loved ones,
but they don't seem to see you.
You try to talk to them,
but they can't hear you.
You desperately
try to get their attention,
but nothing will surmount the silence.
You decide to explore
and you find a room right above you.
Everything is white;
the walls,
the ceiling,
the floor.
You see a desk.
There is a person behind the desk.
The person asks you
how you have been
dealing with the dilemma.
You ask him what dilemma.
He says
you have died.
You don't remember dying;
you just remember showing up on
the staircase.
You ask if you are in heaven.
The person says no,
you are in the waiting room.
You don't know what to think.
You realize
why your family and friends didn't acknowledge you.
You understand
why the top of
the staircase
was all
white and peaceful,
and the bottom was
black and filled with darkness.
You realize
you are on
the staircase
of the
afterlife.
