Even when you have my shoulders
Occupied with yesterday's burdens
I'm steadfast in my efforts
Not to be denied, my rising
Though the pressures, I come to bear
Yes, I've had to scrounge
To keep from surrendering
But still, I remind you
My ascendency is infinite
And there is absolutely
Nothing you can do to prevent
My rising
The words from your Lips
Carefully chosen to make
Truths from lies will serve to justify
In your mind, my plight
But I remind you I shall rise
Your attempts to make permanent misery
Through well-crafted narratives still cannot and will not
Define me or prevent my rising
My chest will continue to contract and expand with air
The Novice Poet