They say I soar too high,
Perched on lofty clouds,
Eyes cast beyond their horizons,
Blind to their murmurs,
Unbent by the weight of their words.
They say I’m a mountain—
Majestic but distant,
Casting shadows where warmth should live,
Too tall to kneel,
Too firm to bend beneath their gaze.
They withhold their hands,
Lock their doors,
Deny me the open road,
For fear my steps would shake their fragile ground.
Yet I walk,
Unshaken,
As whispers ride the winds behind me.
They call it pride,
A sin of heights,
But I know it as the armor I wear,
Shielded not by arrogance,
But by the fortress of my soul.
Their words dissolve like mist,
I rise still—unbowed,
For they mistake my strength for disdain.
I call it self-esteem,
But they fear the echo of their own reflection.
About the Poet:
Simiyu S. Stanford, author of The Ring of the Moon, is a writer and educator with a Master of Arts in English Literature. His work focuses on themes of identity, resilience, and self-worth, employing rich imagery and symbolism. For inquiries, contact +254726651428 or stanfordsiboe@gmail.com.
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