STEEMIT: ART No. 35 / POEM: RISE

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From each punch
Each square foot bruise
You will rise

From each rejection
That feels twice the size
You will rise

From the ember ashes
Of your memoir
You will rise

From the slammed fist
And lips of czars
You will rise

From the buried past
And coffin mind
You will rise

From the hole within
The slander cast
You will rise

There is no place
Were you can’t rise

There is no dungeon
To stifle clarion calls

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