Rise
In the depths of shadow and despair,
A prisoner emerged from the dungeonā€™s lair,
With strength and courage, he took flight,
Breaking free from the chains of his plight.
From the ashes of defeat and pain,
He rose again, his spirit unchained,
A beacon of light in the darkest hour,
A symbol of hope, a mighty power.
With every step, he climbed higher,
Leaving behind the darkness and the mire,
His eyes fixed on the distant light,
A vision of a future night.
From the depths of his struggle,
He found the strength to rise,
No longer bound by his past,
He embraced a new sunrise.
Originally published on Medium