Rise
The weary scolded me as I fought in darkness.
The broken watched and laughed as I shifted the fog.
The lost watched from behind their mask to see if my endurance would last.
All the same they chased me.
Wanting another member for the tribe misery.
With each stride and swing I gained back my power.
Refusing to allow the past to shower me with rage and guilt.
Out from the fog, released from darkness.
Here I stand kissed by the sun's glow.
A victory for growth.
Once more I look back and wave to the weary, broken, and lost.
I keep hope alive for those I left behind me.
In the sun's warmth I finally see.
Ah, this is Woman.
Yes, this is Me.
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