Poem 9

Victorious, I stand,
with the bitter winds of betrayal whipping around me,
slapping me in the face.
Bitter-sweet success
For I got what I wanted,
however I still must be furiously punished,
by the waiting crowds,
past friends.
As the way I achieved it was cunning,
not graceful,
or elegant.

The world is hostile and harsh
to anyone stepping out of line,
breaking the moral code.
Chase you dreams, they say,
(as long as the are dignified)
for if they are not
you will be sentenced to isolation,
despite gaining glory,
you will be alone.

Victorious, I stand?