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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"Not broken stone, but moving river" .....That's a line for the ages.