Lonely At The Top

Lonely At The Top


Long sought after
now the precipice on which I stand
It is unfamiliar and precarious
I am almost homesick
for the familiar and unchallenging

Adjusting to the altitude
and finding my feet
takes effort and time
Of  which I spent elsewhere
On seeing to every whim of others
I still do but differently

They believe that my head has become
a dirigible  that rules over me
causing me to rise above them, above it all.
Resentment builds and I avoid them.
Not from shame but from disgust.

Damned whether or not I do,
In failure I dissappoint and face ridicule.
In success I lose the familiar,
though I am still not content.
It is dissconnected and therefore
lonely at the top.


by: Kimarie