BACKTRACKING (poem for #AudioMo day 7)

Backtracking They robbed one man of his loneliness when they automated the Skelligs - a lighthouse for the wider world went out. You could feed a multitude on the soft greenery with the loaves and fishes behind that view. We climbed the stairs assembled with the same architectural craft as those stones igloos. The cell opened up first light, then warmth, it became easier to see the attraction There’s no hardship in those cells just the pain you bring inside that’s yours to cherish.