On Top Of The World Poem by Free Spirit

How much further,
the path so rugged,
long and winding,
up and down,
a mountain to climb.

An experience never forget,
the level, cool, stretch,
no thoughts in mind,
the uphill struggle,
the anger and stress,
a determination never lost.

The brow looms,
its there the top,
the bend is seen,
the path in sight,
a downhill plight,
disappointment reigns,
the top too far.

The path downhill,
no effort no fear,
reflecting on what went before.

Its seen a glorious sight,
the final climb,
the sweat and tears,
stresses and strains,
ups and downs,
emotions amass,
its worth the pain.

The summit is reached,
to breathe again,
freedom inside,
all things gone by,
forgotten and let go.

No more the fear,
the pain and sorrow,
only to fly,
to dance to sing,
the freedom from within.

On top of the world.

15/7/09