The Down Hill Journey Poem by Jane Steele

It doesn't seem so long ago, I started to climb the hill
Making many promises to myself, youthful ambitions I meant to fulfill; Now I'm past the half way mark, sliding on the way down
As queen of human failures I should wear a tinfoil crown;
Oh, I had the goods to make the grade
And youthful beauty a fair share; But I was a tool in the hands of man Unable to dodge the snare;
If I could but start again, my heart would be cold as steel
I would scorn their pleadings in verbal spark - for at my feet they would kneel;
Cold and proud I'd face the world, till I'd reached my goal
My God given talents would not be wasted and I'd be master of my soul;
Maybe I can pick up the pieces, using what remains for some good,
Many an inspiring painting was created on an old piece of wood