From the Top
Over two-thirds of my lifetime
I have been climbing,
searching for an elusive peak,
Stretching for the pinnacle.
Would I ever attain?
Find freedom from the guilt
of not pleasing other people,
not meeting their expectations . . .
learn to just be me.
Just lately, I breathe pristine air
unadulterated by polluting opinions;
I sense, at last, the apex
where I am free,
living in a now moment,
savoring my place in it.
I see my years below
from where I stand victorious;
the wearying uphill strain
was worth what I have achieved.
I love you, but you do not own me.
Copyright, 9-20-2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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