There are areas preserved from time.

Relics of civilization protected for future generations.

A window into the past one can climb through.

A climb to reach that cultural connection.

A move that enriches the self.

But can everyone make the climb?

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The path is not made for all.

Old frozen cracked roads raised by upheaval.

Shaking unsteady necks until they cry in protest.

Forever fixed in their broken state in the name of preservation.

A permanent challenge.

No matter who is hindered.

***

The window ledge is steep.

Doorways often set with old weathered steps.

A barricade at best and a death trap at worst.

Tempting the unaware to slip and fall at the earliest convenience.

A ledge that cannot be corrected in fear of losing the state of preservation.

Even if people cannot be granted wings.

***

The height is just too much.

Elevation that originally stood for innovation but now stands for something else.

A tower that can never be explored or climbed.

Sometimes shortcuts are created but only externally.

Never reliably for it is not done in the name of preservation.

A mere afterthought for those that can make the climb.

***

I have to wonder if the preservation is really worth it in the end.

Or if there is some untold middle ground yet to be explored.

For what good is culture if I am excluded?

Left on the ground floor in pain.

Unable to navigate those steps.

Stopped from making the climb.