The Climb

Like what was expected of her

She climbed…

and climbed

and climbed.

Success, the destination

Glory, the promise

Praise, the fuel that fed her fire

Below her now,
They wait

Hoping her coat tails will reach them

Fooled by the same dream

That made her climb…

And climb…

And climb.

And now she takes pause

Regarding the empty void of nothingness

That lies below,

Still the same,

Still discontent

Still driven.

With a deep breath and a silent wish

She turns,

And climbs
And climbs
And climbs.

Natasha Head 2011

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