Pride
reveals
with a straightened posture,
smile upon the lips,
the look
of a conqueror piercing the eye.
Yelling from the tree tops-
boasting with success.
Or,
silence-
containing the accomplishment
like a fly in a web.
Pride
sings the song
of a marching band-
loud, precise,
directed at an eager audience.
An uncertain path,
a courageous pursuit,
the outcome no guarantee.
Pride
isn’t for the faint of heart,
for there could be consequences—
jealousy, sabotage,
subtle discouragement.
But it knows;
knows the price to be paid,
the sacrifices made
eyes reflecting back in the mirror
giving permission.
Be proud!
~D. Thompson: 5/2009; Rev. 8/2015