Flying High

FLYING HIGH

I was a trapeze artist as a child,
flying high and feeling free.
I loved that wonderful feeling,
defying the odds, whatever they may be.
Where was another mountain to climb?
I grew up in the early seventies,
A female, that like to soar high.
The higher the mountain,
the higher I could fly.
When the daredevil went to college,
What could she possibly be?
Where was another mountain to climb?
Law Enforcement is all I could see.
It was totally unacceptable at that time.
It was a high mountain
and I intended to shine.
I was flying high and feeling free.
Mastering a world that did not want me.
But, eventually being shown admiration and respect.
Overcoming all the obstacles that was the key.
Where was another mountain to climb?
I went to Law School.
I thought nothing could stop me now.
I made it half way through,
before a careless teenager, with a foot of lead,
backed over me in a parking lot,
and unfortunately, he broke my head.
Two years of hard work 
and the highest mountain of my life.
And I was able to go back to work
And somewhat resume a regular life.
Where was another mountain to climb?
I then started having uncontrolled seizures,
None of the medicines were able to help.
My employer no longer wanted me,
this feeling of failure I had never felt before.
The failure taught me about humility.
Acceptance taught me that it was not my failure.
I will now always have a mountain to climb.
This mountain is very crowded,
There are many that belong to my club.
We are all climbing mountains, 
But this mountain can teach us about self-love.
No matter how high the mountain,
Regardless of how dense the trail,
as long as we keep trying,
We don’t ever really fail.

by: Warsawa
    6-28-96