When I Rise

When I rise, it will be on some strong sunlit day,

When all the trees in time will sway.

When I rise, it won’t be phoenix-like from the ashes,

Instead, I will climb and scramble up the healed scars

Which are sitting on my back.

When I rise, it will be as the warms winds

Tilt around and lift my face towards the sun.

When I rise, it will mean,

At last, my time has come:

But it will be with imagination and kindness, done,

And not by standing in the spaces of others,

And when I rise,

I promise you will be the first to know.

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