I rise from the glaring emptiness of nothing.
I rise from hopelessness.
I rise from the truth that slapped me awake.
I rise from pain.
I rise from abuse.
I rise from the drops of hope that looked so small I almost stopped believing in them.
I rise from trauma.
I rise from the fire in my belly that nothing could put out.
I rise in flames
In the ashes of everything that was once ashamed
I rise in alchemy
I rise wiser.
I rise to be born again.
I rise to not just stand, but soar.
I rise from the cracks inside that seemed they would ruin everything.
But they became the beauty
The most surprising beauty of all.
Because my soul
And the fumes pulled me to hell
They are the same.
I rise in the lips of fury.
I rise in the winged arms of sweetness.
Blasted from darkness
Not into light
I've become my own lantern dammit
So the sun shines through me.
So the world