Still I Rise
Back Straight
Shoulders Back
Eyes front and centre
Body pushing forward through the bleakest of winters
Still i rise
Silence in retrograde
Loudness through forcibly closed mouths
Teeth clenched against the chatter of deafening doubt
Still i rise
Reinvention
Cut throat
Low cost
New shape, new sound, new skills
Picked from the bleached white bones of a past
So full of predictable whims
Still i rise
In progress
In search
Open handed i approach
The single shaft of truth that will focus my attention
Turn my scattered reveries into tunnel vision
Still i rise
I cant decline
Can't stop the evolution
Of the permanent impermanence of a tumultuous mind
Still i rise
Wings spread
Head tilted
Sight shifted toward some distant greying cloud
A foggy silver lining, never daring to look down
Still i rise
Tongue tied and glistening
Wings clipped and faltering
Battle lines drawn against a world
Always ten steps behind me
Never losing sight of the sky spread out in front of me
Trying to hold on tight but my grip is always …
… Loosening
Still i rise
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