Steep Climb

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #569

Words:  regret, agile, bees, present, face, rocking, teeth,
        wasted, climb, crack, tenacious, journey

Oh the regrets she felt
from being tenacious
to a fault.  Not a moment
wasted in her climb
to the top.  Not a crack
in her armor or the face
she presented to the outside
world.  The apex she sought
now held loneliness; she had
cultivated no friends
on her journey.  Teeth set
in permanent grimace,
she rocked back and forth
on her plush office chair
aware of the gossip 
in the hallways.  "Thinks
she's the bees knees, that
one.'  Her agile mind
had made a stellar impression
only on the powerful pundits,
and herself.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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