~Rising~
~Prologue~
Coming into realization of self and embracing life...
~Embracing Change~
Rising out of the ashes of poverty
yet I keep rising
until I can't smell the stinch
taunting my very existence
leaving me brittle, motionless
rising, roaring like lions
breaking free
from a long imprisonment
of captivity
misconceptions of history
bordering on the brink of insanity
rising like a wave of unfortold seasons
blessed for no particular reason
they just exist, because it is so
Rising, against the back bone of slavery
crushing through mountains of time
time elapsed
tunneling through to find the light
on the other side
that warms the very essence of my bones
continuously rising, soaring,
above heightened awareness
listening to echoes of my ancestors cries
growing, evolving, transcending, channeling through,
reaching the very depth of my deepest emotions
clamoring to adjust to this new found freedom
pouring out its silhouette upon my brow
until I rise up, take my place, adjust my position
awaken the sleeping vibrations, moving, bursting
dancing against an ominous wind
breaking against tide of life, filtering its agility
remolding, reshaping the very particles of me
until ears can hear, tears sudside, blind eyes see
feel fulness of my energy, hear the trumbone
of my virtuosity, I keep rising
(©)copyright:KarenRussell>3-9-2010