Triumph, Doubt, and Isolation

A moment of triumph,

a moment of doubt,

and a feeling of isolation.

How the smile on my face

swelled, like an apple

ripe red after an harvest;

glistening with droplets of sunshine.

How the smile on my face

wavered then faltered,

like a leaf in flight -

fluttering up then down, left then right.

How the smile on my face

drooped like an arching parabola;

slowly ascending, slowly declining,

as if in a pilgrimage of solitude.

Triumph, doubt, isolation;

all enriched, all bequeathed, all endowed

an individual

with a sip of life.