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I did not rise like firework light — loud and desperate for applause. I rose like something ancient. Like earth shifting. Like a spine remembering it was never meant to bend that low. They thought survival was the end of me. Thought silence would make me small. Thought time would erase what they refused to face. But time did something else. It built me. Brick by broken brick. Breath by shaking breath. Lesson by lesson I never asked to learn. I stopped asking to be understood by people committed to misunderstanding me. Stopped shrinking to fit hands that only held me when it suited them. I rose the first time I said “No more.” I rose the day I realised forgiveness does not require re-entry. I rose when I chose peace over proving. And now — I do not beg to be seen. I do not bleed to be believed. I do not break to make others comfortable. I stand. Not untouched. Not unscarred. But unowned. The girl who once waited to be rescued now walks forward without looking back. Not because it didn’t hurt — but because it doesn’t hold her anymore. I did not just survive. I rose.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
I Rise
I did not rise like firework light — loud and desperate for applause. I rose like something ancient. Like earth shifting. Like a spine remembering it was never meant to bend that low. They thought survival was the end of me. Thought silence would make me small. Thought time would erase what they refused to face. But time did something else. It built me. Brick by broken brick. Breath by shaking breath. Lesson by lesson I never asked to learn. I stopped asking to be understood by people committed to misunderstanding me. Stopped shrinking to fit hands that only held me when it suited them. I rose the first time I said “No more.” I rose the day I realised forgiveness does not require re-entry. I rose when I chose peace over proving. And now — I do not beg to be seen. I do not bleed to be believed. I do not break to make others comfortable. I stand. Not untouched. Not unscarred. But unowned. The girl who once waited to be rescued now walks forward without looking back. Not because it didn’t hurt — but because it doesn’t hold her anymore. I did not just survive. I rose.
Rising isnt revenge. Its release. Its realising you dont need validation from the people who overlooked you. Growth is quiet, steady, and powerful. The past may shape you, but it doesnt own you. Keep going. Keep healing. You will rise in your own time.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
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