Rise

I am so used to fighting, to making plans for my every move and every possible eventuality that it takes some time for me to rise again. I rise slowly, but I rise nonetheless. I will rise to stand tall.

I have been waiting for this day for so long, that now it’s finally here... Now that it’s all over and it’s finally the end, I’m strangely lost. But soon, I trust.. I hope the dove will come with it’s offer of an olive branch to bring the tranquility and calm that are now only a distant memory, but that I will soon know again.

Already, I can feel the shadow of the real me melt away as I step forward to take it’s place. The sun has started to shine again and the clouds are beginning to clear. The weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders, and after all this time, finally, for the first time in forever... I am free.

I am free, but it doesn’t feel real. It feels like one of my fantastical daydreams, all too good to be true. Except it’s not. After all this time, it’s really, really real. One day soon, I’ll believe it. But for now, I’ll just revel in this beautiful feeling of freedom. In the wonderful liberation of release. I will rise. Slowly but surely, I will rise again from the ashes and I will be stronger than I was before. When you’ll be sorry that you ever let me slip through your fingers. And then you’ll be the ones crying at all that you’ve lost and all of the potential that you wasted. And you have no one to blame but yourself.

But I won’t look back. I won’t pause. I will keep moving ahead and I will rise again. Better and stronger than I was before.