When I Rise
Amy Feinman 1986 (Santa Cruz)
In the morning, when I rise
I will shed all of the anchors, restraints and the ties
I will face the day with pride and no fear
I will face the day with friends and family near
The day may hold chaos or peace
I walk through the storm in hope it will cease
The winds are strong and there's a bite in the cold
Never in my life, has my body felt so old
In spite of the pain and wounds that I feel
I will continue to grow, to find peace and to heal
I pray, I hope, I plead and I beg
But my brain misfires just like a fried egg
My thoughts are all jumbled, mixed up and tossed
It takes so much just not to feel lost
In spite of the pain and wounds that I feel
I will continue to grow, to find peace and to heal
I will never give up. I refuse to quit
It doesn't matter if any of it seems legit
There are times when I feel that I am alone
To anxious thoughts I am always prone
In spite of the pain and wounds that I feel
I will continue to grow, to find peace and to heal
In the morning, when I rise
I will shed all of the anchors, restraints and the ties
I will face the day with pride and no fear
I will face the day with friends and family near
Seek my face and I will restore
I cry out for help, but you are silent once more
In the midst of the pain and sorrow I feel
He is there watching close in the times I don't kneel
He sees every teardrop and feels every ache
He is there for the sorrow, shortcomings and mistakes
In the morning, when I rise
I will shed all of the anchors, restraints and the ties
I will face the day with pride and no fear
I will face the day with friends and family near
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Written on February 27, 2024
Submitted by amyf.53811 on February 29, 2024
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABB ccdd EE ffgg EE hhii EE AABB jj eexx AABB |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,607 |
Words | 355 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 2, 4, 2, 4, 2, 4, 2, 4, 4 |
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