Rising

Born

from the womb of promises

I’ve only ever had hope

Fed

the mesmerizing glimmer

of searing sunny skies

Told

where to grow and what to prune

a garden of weeds and roses

Thorns

prick others yet I bleed

I taste crimson rainbows

Light

mends the cracking skin

shy and timid of glory

To-

day I am a survivor

of empty words and whispered dreams

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