It has been a journey and I guess the path is still long
From the day I yelled without any particular message to this day that I speak and the world listens
It has been a long walk from the days when my mother was embarrassed for my bad choices to this day that I carry my own burden
It has been a long way when I attended family gathering not worried of the cost it took to make them to this day that I have a hand in making it great
The journey has been from when it was good enough to be a member of a united family
To this point that I have to make our family united
I have journeyed from the place that I needed to be understood to this day that I have to understand
Deep down I know people care but I understand that I have walked long enough to be cheered on to walk on my feet
Everyone hopes that they have done their best to make me walk this journey
Despite their many mistakes I still think they did their best and if they knew better they would have done
Today I stand in a place where everything feels like my responsibility
Like I have a hand in the change that should happen
Like tomorrow is judging me from what I do today
I know that God is above and he sits like a passive observer
But my tomorrow self is always sitting in a place highly placed
Waiting to take the baton from my this day's self
Hashly questiong why I was slagish in the relay
Many versions of me are standing ahead of me waiting for the baton
Each day I choose only one
As complicated as it is
I know I contribute to everything around me
If everyone is to blame for lack of peace, lack of love, corruption or broken relationships I too I am to blame
But who I am my risen self who died yesterday
Rising like a god to do better
To change and mend the things I broke
Today I wake up older and wiser
To start from where my former self left it's work and start a new walk
Rising is like awakening hope
Rising to a better version of me
Waking like a rising Phoenix
Building self from ruins of yesterday
Waking is like rising from the dead
What would you do if life gave you a brand new blank slate?
Waking and awakening, each time I rise
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