Summiteer

Afterwards gazing from the summit
Staring down standing triumphant
A perfect view of glazed skies
A golden touch of silken paradise.


Mountain vistas seen from afar
Suspend animations full of stars
My future secure and angst free
Revealed  falling down in front of me


In truth it was and is the same bloody rock
Each and every day rolling only to knock
Me down an affront to pushing forward
An admonishing fate pulling backward


Rubble collapses around but not inside me
Amidst solidifying uncertainty I step away : free.

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