Heron Pike

Following the stream, translucent and blue,

Where seven days ago I had smiled at you.

The same daffodils swayed in the springtime breeze,

I stop to catch a breath beneath the same beech trees.

I didn’t lose my way this time, I stayed right on track,

Just one thing that went wrong, a mere week back.

And when I made it to the top, I almost cried,

Because this time around I felt something inside.

Hope, pride, calm… I felt free,

I didn’t do this for you, I did this for me.

I stand at the top and look down at the view,

Where I was ready to let go of you.