Rise

inspired by my baby sister

Tremble to the echoes
of yesterday's song,
to a voice that knows
the notes were wrong.

Shadowed from the brilliance
of the morning light,
to some it would appear
you have lost the fight.

Rise from this slumber
out of the dark,
step outside
and make your mark.

Move from the shadows
into the sun,
stretch out your hand
be ready to run.

Clinging to the memories
that never sit still,
captured by a moment
that never seems real.

Hidden by the reasoning
that seems to make sense,
awakened by the truth
that shatters all pretense.

Rise from this slumber
out of the dark,
step outside
and make your mark.

Move from the shadows
into the sun,
stretch out your hand
be ready to run...





CB 1980-2010