Rise Above This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I'm at the top of a mountain called Sorrow
signaling the heavens with smoke
a cry for salvation
give me a sign that screams out hope
you're as foggy as tomorrow
the road forks;
and I don't know where to go

My life is quite a joke
and the punchline is
… at the end of the rope

Dangling in chains; they bind me here
no locks, no keys, just a mix
of vodka and fear
reminiscing the lives I've lived for years
wondering which was most sincere

I get on my knees and cry
silent tears that beg the question why,
now that I've found something to hold onto,
a reason that I need to come true,
why can't I move?
what is it am I waiting to prove?

Raindrops won't fail to kiss this face
stars won't dare leave their place
so I stand up
tall and strong like the mountain
the smoke is a symbol of my pain
rising above from these rough hands
I hold my stance

Though I falter
I will not fall

The moon shines bright
lowering the tides
the breeze calms
I think I hear an answer
my heart warms

the wind whispers,
you'll go far
you'll get far
from where you think you are …

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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xochilzarate said...
Mar. 18, 2013 at 12:33 pm
this is so good, i loved it.
 
DerekManson said...
Feb. 28, 2013 at 12:23 am
Beautiful.
 
thetiedyecrayon said...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 9:46 am
Wow. You did a great job with that poem, I can tell you that. No questions asked why you were published in the magazine. I'm copying this down on a piece of paper and carrying it around with me, to give me comfort that I know I'm not the only one with "pain rising above from these rough hands", and to inspire me when I have writer's block. Thank you.
 
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