On The Mountain Top Poem by Michael Popoola

When I was below the mountain
I cried aloud for helping hand
Tears narrow down my humble face
I weep like a sounding cymbal
Gasping like a travailing woman
I never seize in my thought

Looking up hill was frightening
Remaining below is terrifying
A terrible giant I must fight
A mighty river I must cross
The hardest rock to break
A resounding blast of the mind

Tell the climber the story
Teach the note in the sky
The danger of staying middle
The terror of a young eagle
The fear of unfinished dreams
The agony of a lost battle

My place of birth is not known
Yet I will bring light into it
A celebration of won battle
A glorious place for the great
This where my dwelling is
The top-top of the mountain