Tuesday, December 29, 2015


Annie Louise Twitchell

Up again, always up;
pushing towards the sunlight,
towards the clean air,
towards something better.
Look back once,
halfway to the top;
remind yourself once
of where you've been.
Turn back ahead and climb
until your lungs burn
and your heart pounds
and you stumble at last
into something better than
you have ever imagined,
ever dreamed.
But always, darling,
always look up.

Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell