By Jyothi Priya Angiya
Fearing the heights,
Sky-high and
far-fetched,
I reclined in its base, a happy place
The nadir.
Unnoticed, invisible.
I saw the high throne and crown of Duty above,
A looming shadow.
A huge mountain before me.
I vowed to shun the summit,
to keep to my meadow. My happy place.
The summit I feared would cloud my skies,
My peace. Forever.
Unbeckoned, a pathway appears,
a chance to climb,
The peak.
To touch the sky,
To see the world from above.
I hung close to my hearth, my meadow.
Voices of those who’d climbed before, echoed-
Embrace the climb, do not delay,
The strength within will show the way.
Ropes dangled through walls of doubts,
unearthing fears past.
warming my nerves.
seeding my head wild.
No sooner, my feet felt the rocky climb
all prone to storm and squall,
Intense and dense-dark Thunderclouds threatened to bruise me up.
I feared I might fall.
Die.
Then, the throne shone above.
Lighting my worn-out spirit
Oh, the bower of Power!
One step more
One breath more.
Rising others in the ascent...
Now, on the high standing I once denied,
Foes to discover,
yet peaks to conquer,
I found my meadow
My new hearth.
For, in the summit's call
did I find a new lease of life.
My purpose, after all.