Hubris

is the product of

living in a sealed

and isolated

bubble;

a tiny, shiny,

aseptic kingdom

of my own making,

floating

above everyone

and everything, from

which I am freely

detached,

lifted and buoyed

by emulation

from those looking up,

until

my bubble ascends

too high and it then

inevitably

lyses.

Then down I tumble,

in terrifying

and painful freefall

crashing

among everyone

and everything, to

which I am freely

attached;

surrounded by the

reality I

thought I was above.

Anguish

I feel from the fall,

is soothed by the salve

of their forgiveness,

revived

by those from whom I

removed myself in

my bubble, I am

grateful;

and immolate the

misbegotten pride

to remain anchored and

humble.