Free Climber

I craved success

Measured by money.

I grew up thinking, this would make me happy,

But it didn’t.

I bought flash cars,

Houses and clothes

And rose to my limited potential.

Thought I was special,

A chosen one

But I was not happy.

Now that it was done

Something happened in my head,

This was confusing.

I took a bruising,

Eviscerated

And berated.

I could not bear to look at myself,

The cost had been immeasurable.

The fakes, I often state

Will not break

the fall of a man

exculpate.

I scale steep walls of confusion

Like a “ free” climber.

No ropes or harness

Against a bleak mountain

But surges and urges go on.

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