"Over the years I have found myself on a unique path to self-love, truth, peace, freedom, and justice...It is my desire that through my writing you will find your way to your own rising."
Misnomer
I washed up nearly frozen from a warm tide
onto a desolate shore, white banners blowing about the masts of sunken shipwrecks
I only see red, and no man strong enough to lift me. My legs are weak, heavy, not stable enough to carry me. So I wait for him, like the weight of icebergs drifting patiently toward an uncertain melting point beneath a darkening sea of constellations.
It is in the grains of sand I see my reflection, a consortium of stardust and molecular compositions that morphe without hands to mold them. In their folding I see myself sufficient—
lifted—
high above the glistening crystals.
And so I begin to rise,
unsteady, but sure, and from afar I spy him. As if he is crossing a bridge of waves, he moors ships in the distance summoning me to stand tall like flags mounted on top of conquered nations.
You see, many have called me confusing weather, but I do not know this name like I know these winds. I know the rains, as I know this earth, like I know those flames that propelled me far above those higher glistening plains to stand atop mountains no man can claim.
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