Maya Angelou “Still I Rise”Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI rise
When we find ourselves sinking in the filth of the world and our own narrow outlook, can we rise?
Maya Angelou certainly felt so and when we read her poem, “Still I Rise“, we see this truth. But for ourselves and our circumstances how many of us live this truth?
In the spirit of rising from the proverbial ashes, let me add this small nugget from my own reflection:
Do you feel sorry for me?
You see me crawling through the
nostrils clogged with refuse
From those who are above me?
Do you feel my pain?
As I’m being trampled by the
vicious tongue of my critic
impaled by your vicious lies
decapitated by your superior
Do your bones ache,
As I go through a tunnel that
gets smaller and smaller
breaking my bones as i go?
but there is no candle lit for me.
But still i move
Despite my bones being broken
As the space continues to get smaller and smaller.
Why don’t I stop?
How would I know what it feels
like to win,
If I do not get out on the other side?
We all should rise above everything that threatens to destroy us in our weakest hours.
One thought on “Rising from the Garbage?”
sometimes rising is easier in the mind than in real life