Success

A Poem by N. An

I once chanced upon the success’s gate

Curious for an end awaiting

Either dismissal or its embrace held

My Insides fairly turning

Changing distinct shades upon my face,

Pale dark, their similar blending

Fear griped my neck, my chest tauten

When I heard its echo pending

My arrival it questioned, its purpose I swore

To which was to seek its yearning?

In wonder it laughed and further asked

What I had for an honest earning?

No words poured out at this but squeak,

On which I heard it affirming

I embrace not but who do believe, for faith touches me akin to sky

And sun at dawn when mingling

For it illuminates me with its endless might

Fixing me for a happy ending!