• English Poetry

    The Rise

    Cast upon me your heart’s fill
    As many of those sly, questioning glances
    Delight if you please at my tumble and fall
    Engineer more such circumstances

    Go ahead! Throw at me all you will
    Vent that angst, do me wrong
    I will turn up for every fight you call
    Each punch you throw only makes me strong

    I shall find strength in the venom you spew
    For every devious plan that you devise
    It’ll only reaffirm and renew my resolve
    I will get up, I will come back, I shall rise

    My belief in my values shall always hold true
    With conviction I will continue to brave every adverse tide
    Each challenge shall build a better me, I shall evolve
    Shaping my future, the past and present in my stride