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.
Andrew James Whalan 