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