To Move a Mountain

To move a mountain is a wondrous thing; To do that which is viewed as impossible. None thought that I would have accomplished it, but I did. I proved them all wrong. Their judgment never could stop that which I am made to accomplish. It was difficult, of course. I nearly gave up. But I kept going. Why? I heard their voices. Those that claimed I was never enough. Those who whispered of all my failings. Those who scoffed, laughed, teased, doubted. I heard their voices, and I would not let them win. Not again. Not ever again. So I pushed through; Through all the pain, Through all the struggle, Through all the stress. They would not see me fail again. They will see me rise, and they will back down. So I moved the mountain. And they will never underestimate me again.