We rise once more

Resurrected and imperfect

Comfortable in our skin

Hell a weighstation

On the path to bliss

Rich with blessings on the other side

Eyes of judgment

Face us every day

While mouths shift sideways to talk

The lies so transparent

The emerge in tangible form

Reckless words cast onto the page

Our triumph may be quiet

And our celebrations reverent

But victory comes

As surely as salvation

Breathes new life

We rise ~ Caroline A. Slee

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