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Alethea Jimison
Author, Poet, & Truth-teller
I Rise
I rise above the heavy clouds
of my self-doubt—
the thunderous pounding of my wings,
shaped like my hopes
and dreams.
I screamed inside my cage of programming…
the door was always open,
but I had to learn how to see—
so that I could set myself free.
I rise to the heavens
with stunning velocity.
My wings grow lighter
as I cast away
the burden of my mediocrity.
I soar like the unlimited potential
of my imagination.
My laughter reverberates joyously
as the illusion of limitation
fades away
into wondrous manifestations.
I rise.
I rise.
I rise because I learned
to see myself
with loving eyes.
