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

 

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

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