The hill is raised above us
As the sidewalks are to ants.
A challenge to
See the world from a new height
Rushed over us.

We worked as a team--
Climbing
Stumbling
Rising to meet the hill
Head to Head.

Our focus at first
Reaching the top
And finally
Having our feet rest
Upon flat, stable ground.

Our differences,
Our problems,
Our fears,
Which meant a lot on the way up
Seemed insignificant on the way down.

With bruises to show
I found happiness and a new will
All of which came
After surviving the hill.

- Claire Voyant