My Life Story

I think if ever I told my life story
it would be volumes not journal pages.
Sometimes I have felt like the journey has been like a
mountain climber on a rock face.
Sometimes I sit frozen on the face of the mountain;
too scared to look down; too frightened to let go
and too exhausted to move on.
Run the race…fight the fight plays
like some broken recording in my mind.
I have never given up the ground I have gained…
I prefer instead to lie frozen still until I have
regained my breath…and I don’t feel sorry.
Not for myself and not for them.
I feel called to the crest….a higher calling….
A guiding….teaching by example at best.
But I, I will win.

© De'Anna West
February 1, 2007