I saw this poem a few days ago, and loved it! The author, Belinda Mrwebi, has graciously allowed me to share it with my readers.
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As i rise and to open my eyes to a new day, i choose to live.
My soul is bare to the possibility of life in abundance and the sweet smell of faith that takes you from nothing to plenty.
The is a pounding desire in my heart to own this day.
The is a silent hope slowly emerging within me and my soul is willing to take the call to life.
Today i rise to fall a multiple times but in my falling i choose to rise.
I courteously listen to the divine voice that keeps me wanting.
Wanting more, longing for more and more and more.
The is a sensation in bones that refuses to lay still, a rush of emotion that has owned my body
Staring in me the need to keep rising and in my falling to rise again.
And so i willingly answer the call to life.
And i keep rising and as i rise i gain momentum.
i can feel the timing i right so with great zeal i answer the call.
A call to own,
A call to be
A call to rise.
Today I woke up to the call for life.
I will live and not die.
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