Softly, I Rise

An original poem by Stacy A Alexander

Softly, I Rise

I walk again

through early light

dew lifting quiet

around my feet

I breathe in

cool morning hush

slow gentle air

warming my chest

I gather myself

like small birds

rising from shadows

into pale sky

I remember hurt

sharp, unfinished, near

yet I stand

with steady heart

I am survivor

not broken stone

but moving river

clear and sure

I trust now

the soft earth

holding me close

with patient calm

I rise again

light on branches

guiding my steps

into bright becoming

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