Poems

On the Mountain

Here I sit 
A pebble on a mountain
Will I roll down or climb up 
I have not found my place but I am a piece of the rock that formed here
As the mountain grows so do I 
I am small but I am a part of the whole

The Glass Ceiling 

 To shatter glass you only need one chip before it all crumbles 
But this ceiling we stand under has cracks all the way through 
It stands strong and unmoving 
The ones above it make patches to keep it from falling 
Yet still we chip away in hopes that we can one day break through
Underneath we see the top 
And our dreams that lie there waiting