Valleys, Plateaus, Peaks

By Nathaniel Terrell

I wish I still had that necklace
She was supposed to be a notch on my belt,
but it was her smile that made my heart melt

After being swept away in memories of yesteryear,
the last thing I remember was, fog clouding my vision

Within the fields of the midnight garden,
my fate awakened

I struggled to see through the lens of an opaque scope
My soul, pained with survivor’s remorse
My free spirit was incarcerated and dying to roam

At some point I heard a voice say
“don’t you ever darken my doorstep”
I would be disingenuous
if I were to gloss over the pain I felt at that time

Clever and plotting to get over,
fast forward, karma bounced me off the rim
I found myself plummeting headlong
down the drain without a courtesy flush

After many years had passed,
I climbed from rock bottom to finally overcome

Mediocre efforts will yield meager results
My biggest fear is, that I am running out of time
inevitably, teardrops slide down closed caskets

After I unwound a coil of misery
I made a vow to not look back

I sacrificed everything to first fly, and then soar
Today, I feel worthy and well prepared
as I approach level, zenith

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