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I'll Rise (Rise Above The Ordinary)

Updated: Oct 4, 2024

By Sarah Khan



The past may torture me, evoke and arise

The future might threaten maybe once or twice

But if I make up my mind so hard

Like tides and oceans, I'll rise


They told me that I'm incapable

With silly questions that I ask

And brash or useless things I say

How would I even accomplish a task?


These I believe are friends in disguise

They show me their lies, in order to look nice

Unaware of my capacities, they don't know

Like sweet-tiny bubbles, I'll rise


Many people have their own selfish worlds

Hardly few come to help when you need

But they're always there at your failure

After all, they get a new topic to defeat


At my back, they view me in despise

So fake that they can't even look into my eyes

Once the limit is crossed for me

Like the emerging gleam and aura, I'll rise


My problems see me as a weak soul

They challenge me like nothing else could

And the moment I conquer them


They revert back to me as they would


Let them challenge me with malice

I take them as my gift and surprise

Staying strong makes me a warrior

Like heavy storms and winds, I'll rise


Do they look at me with sympathy?

And wait for my upcoming tears

They long for me to quit the trial

And continue being enslaved by fears


Perhaps they target someone who easily cries

Happy to mock, not ready to compromise

These thorns on my road may come

But like dreams and hopes, I'll rise


Loneliness engulf me like a predator

Expecting me to step into depression

And diseases haunt me with their stories

Along with worries regarding career and profession


The way winners thrive for the prize

With determination and strength that never dies

Giving the best with positive notions

Like seeds and spring, I'll rise

Like seeds and spring, I'll rise...


By Sarah Khan






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