When You Reach the Top of That Mountain (2)
Stepping over rock and bound
you climbed up the mountain.
Hate in your heart
and stagnant love in your chest
you pushed on up the mountain.
And crystal streams yeilded water
and for them you did not stop
what a reward you thought for all the bad you done if you drank.
And pushing onward and up
over boulder and tree
tears flowed hot then steamed cold as you saw it.
Clear blue sky and pearl soft clouds.
You made it and now you are home.
-Matthew Koutzun
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