A View from St. Moritz

Pausing, she embraces this;
This moment, this set of circumstances —
And realizes, for all the glories of this view,
Almost no other part of her life
Is anywhere close to what she wanted it to be.

But she’s tired of lying to herself,
So from this amazing vantage point,
She decides to take stock of her life.

An unreliable man?
She doesn’t need him, he’s got to go.
A job where she’s not really given opportunity?
That won’t work either, it’s time for a change.
Constantly feeling tired?
That she can address once the other two things are handled.

In three more days, she’ll be back home.
In three short days, she’ll start a chain of events
That we’ll leave her closer to where she wants to be.

It’s funny, she thinks,
I had to come all the way out here
To see things clearly back there

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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