Poem of the Day: Rise Up

I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I feel weak and my life is bleak. The ground beneath my feet is starting to shake, my faith is shrinking, and this solid concrete is beginning to feel like quick sand.  I need a helping hand so I’m waiting for a man or woman to to come and save me from this life I live. But no one is around. All I see is the face of my own reflection looking back at me, telling me to rise up and be a better man. I can! I can! Raise my fist up to the sky in rejoice and celebrate the rebirth of who I am. The Phoenix died and came back alive to rise up from the ashes, no longer a mortal but a legend.

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