Survival Poem by Ricky G.

I'll Rise

I have been acquainted with hurt,

But for so long that’s been a little dirt,

And I know I’ll rise.

I have been in broken homes,

Now that’s just my dead bones.

I used to be troubled,

So I knocked it down to old rubble,

Now I know I’ll rise.

I have seen death and new life,

I’m glad for my life,

But that’s my stress as I rise.