I Will Rise
There's fog this morning in the city
I think that happens when clouds drop down from the sky
They settle close to the ground
Tired, I guess
Exhausted
Resting for a bit before they again decide to rise
I know the feeling
of flying high
And then scrambling the next day
Searching for places to hide
It's happening to me
A rollercoaster ride
Reaching only highs I force myself to find
Lows that plummet me to the ground
Tired
Exhausted
emotions I have yet to define
so close to the ground
I feel I have become sometimes
dirt beneath the feet
of someone who once loved me
I say I will rise
I make myself rise
Even when parts of me are left behind
in the dirt
under the ground
burrowed where no one will find
those parts of me
I will leave
the seeds
that hide for now
the exhausted side
but I will one day rise
the whole of me
grow from the scorched earth he's made of my life
into the me I know myself to truly be
not someone to be buried or to hide
but a woman with too much pride
to be kept on the ground
to be nothing but light
I will rise
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