It is that day.
The day to stand up taller.
The day to lift your chin higher.
The day to embrace the fresh air with a sense of purpose and acknowledgement.
It is time to cast aside weary shadows and strip ourselves of unnecessary burden
and to rise untarnished from the ashes that have been left from the wake of the past.
Rise,
of feral fire, rise.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
