Upon a hill

By now I've climbed
A small desolate hill
All bare and isolated
But at least it's mine

Pausing at the hilltop
I caught up my breath
Sitting on a rock's edge
I could see the horizon

In the faint twilight
I could barely trace
My stony uphill path
I had trudged along

Yet I reached here
But there's hardly
Much to hold on to
In this barren hill

I could slowly figure
There are mountains
Inviting me up ahead
Pushing me to move on