Rise

Rise

 

What is it like to stand alone? Isolated, deserted?

What does it mean to be broken, to be shattered, and in ruins?

To be in a hole, to be imprisoned.

To be lost, to see nothing.

 

Imagin sinking deep, to be captivated, to be loved, to be found.

Imagin being fixed, healed, reborn.

It is to adobted, 

It is to be, a child of God.

 

Now I stand, oblivion behind me, eturnity infront of me, love struck like madness. 

Now I am Me, found, whole. 

That is what it means to rise.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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