The Rising
I remember the
falling and
the feeling of
failing—the
flight down
took one word
to begin and
years to finish.
Tethered by shame
and pain, I stayed
down until that
one breath—the sigh
that turned into
a whisper …
a small call to
an identity free
from the chains in
the depths of defeat—
and I listened and
I whispered more truths
before finally speaking
my own hope aloud.
And I felt myself
rise first to my knees;
then in prayerful
belief that life awaited,
I felt the pain
of muscles straining
to stand and felt the
flesh tearing as
the chains fell.
But this pain was
affirming my hopes,
and I rose to my feet
and pulled myself
from the pits of your hell,
and as the air reached
my wings, I knew
I had survived.
I rose. I flew.
I began to thrive.
–Chris Pepple ©2017