I Rose From A Little Space by G. H.

 
 

ascendI rose out of sadness, anger, and why.

 

I rose like a growing inner being.

 

I rose like the loaf, a new life.

 

I rose from not needing a safe place

and inside me was a brand new life

I had longed for a very long time.

 

Inside of me there was fear

that I did not know how to do this

until I saw the air blow the leaf away.

It was dry but it still had life.

 

Inside of me there is a free spirit

that will be as bright at the sun—

or my own true color.

 

From the WIC anthology Like a Phoenix (2008)

Photo courtesy of Bassi Baba

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