Following the stream, translucent and blue,
Where seven days ago I had smiled at you.
The same daffodils swayed in the springtime breeze,
I stop to catch a breath beneath the same beech trees.
I didn’t lose my way this time, I stayed right on track,
Just one thing that went wrong, a mere week back.
And when I made it to the top, I almost cried,
Because this time around I felt something inside.
Hope, pride, calm… I felt free,
I didn’t do this for you, I did this for me.
I stand at the top and look down at the view,
Where I was ready to let go of you.