"Shaken, but not Paralyzed"

Coming face to face with these realities
Grabbing me like gravity
Holding me to the fire
Escaping seemed possible,
until the top I reached and there was no going any higher
Walls closing in then,
tight...squeezing to death my very might
Light now so seemingly far
Providing just enough like a single firefly in a jar
Leaving me room to see what's currently right in my face
In this real world continuous race
In place, I felt until this age set in
Now it's as life has become my enemy and not my friend
Then again, what's been given is only a lend
Not mine, owned by the " big man" upstairs,
who's able to fix what's broken and make wholesome repairs
So though, these parts are currently bent, damaged, and cracked
Though this car is barely moving, weighed down and jampacked
I'll continue to go
Like the movement of a river, I'll continue to flow
Rowing, Rowing, Rowing... until there's nothing left
Until I have reached my deadline, ending my very breath
Deaf to the channel of defeat
Blind to the channel of detrimental repeat
With these feet, I'll walk
Better yet, I'll crawl
Talking about the basics
until strengthened to conquer all... of me
Falling I may very well be
but soon enough, the weight will be lifted
Making me free
I will rise
I will rise
Like the sun of a new day shining in the skies
I WILL RISE

 

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