We Rise Anyway
Lift the chin, my friend.
Let the dawn break through
whatever yesterday left behind.
The path was never meant
to be clean or quiet—
it’s blood,
and gravel,
and stubborn breath.
But you’re not walking it alone.
We carry one another
in sideways glances,
in cracked smiles,
in hands we didn’t expect
to hold us.
In the eyes around you,
look again—
there’s fire there,
flickering low,
waiting for someone
to believe in it.
Speak truth,
not because it’s easy,
but because silence
is a lie that festers.
Let your voice shake—
it’s the tremble that proves
it’s real.
Every stumble is soil.
Every tear waters
what might still rise.
You’ve broken
and built back before—
you know how.
So tie your laughter
like a thread between us,
pull us in,
pull us through.
We are all chasing a tomorrow
that hasn’t promised anything.
But still we reach,
still we rise—
a bruised, beautiful chorus
becoming
what the world forgot to imagine.
Copyright © Aarron Tuckett | Year Posted 2025
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