The Rise
So tired,so drained,
Yet energized and restrained.
Confused and enlightened,
Sometimes even frightened.
But my strength is my power,
And from that i will flower.
To take on these days,
And make them what may.
Hardships will bow down,
A new self i will have found
From the rubble of my crashes,
To my rise from the ashes.
Copyright © Carrie Harrah | Year Posted 2011
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