WHOSE LIFE IS IT ANYWAY?

Precariously perched

On top of my world

Still, feeling secured and safe,

overlooking the vastness around, openness,

alone, It abounds, a mind of wealth

in my element, again, without fear.

Looking around, I hear beck and call

Being coaxed and encouraged by strange voices below

to descend from my perceived virtuous universe.

Trepidation

Cautiously with apprehension I gently abide

Then, slipping precipitously

I grimaced though never fell,

mocking is felt with the laughter.

Humiliation, but the realizing that,

my strength is within me

and my vow not to be swayed by external influences,

stand firm self!

I rose again.

My world, it’s my world,

to be who I am and always want to be

I will be, happy once again!

Solitude is my place, my peace and my home

because it is where I started and where I will end.

Nickidad

11/25/13