Upon this beated breath
I fight. I rise, I cave
to nothing but my
own exhaustion.

Upon this line
I define an expression,
I rise, I rose above
the exhaustion.

Upon this page
I leave behind a story,
I rise, I fight for all
who can’t.

Upon this exhaustion
I become the fog,
I rise, I bloom and
develop for that’s how
I was designed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton