I ask myself from time to time,
what is it that makes me climb?
I have around me all my life,
I am a wife.
Need not to venture north so far,
just to sip the wine of never before.
Need not to explore the tides of the open sea.
Even if just for me.
Need not to fill a page
of what ifs...
if this is the life I wish.
I am full.
possibly dripping onto the floor.
So why ask for more?
Why desire another open door?
When life around me is bliss..
when fullfillment doesnt exist?
I ask myself from time to time.
Why greed the highest mountain,
the farthest distance?
why turn the page of an empty book
and keep on looking?
And I sit with an empty pen
and wonder, where have I been?
Just for me.
Just to see.
Just to tip a toe in it and believe.
That's what I seek.
That's why I think...
whether it pops at the seams.
to do this for me.
Can't I satisfy and believe?
Don't I deserve to accept a challenge in it for me?
I have never been so selfish.
Never been so afraid.
But I have family.
I have friends.
I am a wife, a mother, a heart within.
Let me climb the rock below that mountain.
Let me stand tall with two feet.
So what if two feet high is so low...
let me stand by "me".
Just give me clearance so I may see.