At the top you stop and think,
Not even a moment to blink.
You remember the sacrifice,
Remebering the given advice.
You look around triumphant,
With the joy and glee of an infant.
You look down and observe,
And know that this you truly deserve.
The mountain you climbed,
Conquering body and mind.
Bruises and scars of victory,
Pain and sacrifice have delivered glory.
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