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I stand at the edge of a fractured night,
Where silence clings heavy, devouring light.
The carousel spins—relentless, unkind,
Laughter rings hollow, unsettling the mind.
You cling to the murmurs of ghosts in the air,
A war in your chest, but you’re too numb to care.
Yet under the wreckage, an ember remains,
A fire untamed, defying its chains.
We’ll lace up our boots, press on through the rain,
Move mountains of sorrow, step past the pain.
Let the tear-streaked tide cleanse what has been,
For I see your strength—I know where you’ve been.
Though grief carves its hollows, relentless, untrue,
And the world fades to silence that presses on you,
Hold fast to this moment, just breathe and endure,
In the depths of despair, I will hold you secure.
I rise—like the tide, like the break of the dawn,
Each fall is a lesson, each wound makes me strong.
And rise, I will—through sorrow and scars,
Through shattered tomorrows, through nights stretched afar.
So take my hand firmly—we’ll march through the flame,
Let ashes bear witness: we rise just the same.
No tempest can drown us, no darkness will claim,
We forge through the wreckage and carve out our name.
About this poem
I wrote this poem not just about survival; it is about transformation. It honors those who have faced the storm, walked through its worst, and still found the will to stand. Drawn from personal experience or from the pain of others, I Rise offers a hand to those struggling, reminding them they are not alone. It is meant to stand as a battle cry, a promise, and a declaration that no darkness, no past, can claim the soul that chooses to rise.
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