Even in my darkest days, I awoke fresh, for only moments perhaps, hopeful for anew.
My manners ran on auto pilot, accompanying niceties genuine and generous, but few.
Despite the notion to waive the white flag, I nourished and conditioned my body and was forgiving of my mind.
Bleak was my horizon, yet somehow, somewhere inside, I knew I’d be just fine.
I hardly recognized the will that carried me; it had been some time.
It was the human spirit, I now know, the innate force that gave me rise.
I rise for spirit. In honor of my own human spirit and my passion to encourage others to recognize their own.
I leave you with this: What do you RISE FOR?