On Top Of The World

• Gemma Henderson, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2011

the rocks are slippery, think I'm gonna fall, this is too hard for me, shouldn't be here at all,my legs are weak, I'm gonna fall down,my head's going under,I'm sure that I will drown, but this who I am, nothing glitz and glam, I've gotten this far, my desperation like a filling jar I keep on walking, and a new strength I unearth and I keep on walking 'til I'm on top of the world, where I can see everything before me sweeping plains and cars shooting by as I watch them ,swaying trees and concrete blocks road twist and turn like curly locks, my desperation disappears as well as my worries and my fears my quest is done and as I wipe my tears through the clouds bursts the sun.