Reaching the Top

As I peered through the tiny opening
Of the cramped, dark, shadowy box,
I wondered if I was able to fly again.

Many a times I have been pulled back down;
Having afterwards to pick up the pieces
Lying on the ground.

Past failures haunted like a nightmare.
With utmost courage,
I brushed back all these thoughts.

In sync with the burning desire
In me;
I broke free with ease.

As soon as I was freed,
The determination of gaining success
Pushed me even more.

I cried and screamed out loud
As I battled
Against the resistance of the wind.

Soon enough;
I was
Above all things.

Looking down with great exhaustion,
A humongous sense of victory
Gushed through my heart, mind and soul.

Alas! I have reached the top.
But
What's next in line for me?

Marie Anne Foo
Sec 4 Grace