Rise

When the mud feels like mud water, 
sweeping everything you thought you knew, 
you were, and the moment between what was 
and what will become is uncertain, too long 
and unforgiving. Will you rise the other side 
as a survivor — a warrior — a broken memory 
of the beginning. Will you rise at all? 
Is there another side? An ending.

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