On This Mountain

On This Mountain

The slopes of your disdain rise before me
Rocks strewn about to trip me at every step


You say I am worthless
That I cannot stand on my own


You push me down as I struggle to rise
Laughing at my aspirations


I will climb this mountain without your help
In spite of your hindrance


Under the blue sky
Embraced by the independent winds


I will stand alone on the summit
Looking out over the vista of my triumph


On this mountain
I will plant my flag




[Originally written for the weekly Hour of Writes competition - first published in March 2015]

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