Rise above
The things that hurt you
Rise above
The stormy clouds
Rise above
Those who seek to harm you
Rise above
Their seeded doubts
For it is you who writes your future
It is you who brings the change
It is you who gets to choose your fate
It is you who turns your page
So Rise above
The clouds of hatred
Rise above
The fears of change
Rise above
The chains that bound you
Rise above
Those evil fangs
They no longer drain your life force
They no longer pierce your skin
The wounds are going to heal now
Sealed with your own sweet kiss
Rise above
With wings of self love
Rise above
With nurtured grace
Rise above
With strength within you
Rise above
On winds of change
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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