I did not rise in sudden flight,
No perfect dawn,
No blinding light.
I rose in steps,
In breaths,
In days,
In learning love in softer ways.
The fall had stripped me down to bone,
Left me hollow,
Left me alone.
But in the silence,
Roots were laid,
And slowly,
I became unafraid.
Author's Note
Rising Isn't about returning to who you were. It's about becoming someone new--someone who no longer fears the fall but understands its purpose.