We Rise

Poem.

By Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

As light breaks the rule of the night and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise.

Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.

We rise not as an active defiance against the slow creeping decline, but to make purposeful all that resembles the abyss.

Storms rage and tempests flare across the land, ruining everything. Yet still we toil to hold onto our piece of normalcy.

We rise not as an active defiance against the slow creeping decline, but to make purposeful all that resembles the abyss.

Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.

As night breaks the rule of the light and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise.

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