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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