I Rose Out Of Hell by S. P.



I rose from the ground to the earth,


I rose like a seed sprouting for life.


I rose like air coming out of a jar that has been

closed tightly.


I rose from the depths of impossibility

and inside me there was Hope.


Inside me there was a chance for survival.


Inside me there was precious life.


From the WIC anthology Like a Phoenix (2008)

Photo Courtesy of Hafiz Issadeen

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