Life
in all your wild, beautiful wonder
I stand before you.
Hands raised. Heart open. Unafraid.
Feel it.
That power.
That pulse running through everything.
Even here
in a world choked by darkness,
distracted by hate,
numbed by comfort
We stand.
Not silent.
Not idle.
Not waiting for permission.
We are the ones who rise
when others retreat.
We are the spark
In rooms gone cold.
Because doing nothing?
That is a slow death.
Complacency.
Decay.
A quiet surrender dressed up as safety.
We reject it.
We choose action.
We choose courage.
We choose to wake people up
even when it’s uncomfortable,
even when it’s hard,
even when no one thanks us.
Because this is how we rise,
Not alone.
Never alone.
We rise by lifting others.
We rise by lighting fires in tired souls.
We rise by refusing to let this world
Stay asleep.
So, stand up.
Speak up.
Show up.
And Rise.
