At Day’s End, I Rise

At Day’s End, I Rise

At the end of the day, I sit with my thoughts,
A symphony of choices, battles fought,
Each moment a brushstroke on the canvas of me,
Living for myself, wild and free.

I walk through the echoes of whispers untold,
A tapestry woven of silver and gold,
And though the world may press heavy, unkind,
I carry my heart, fierce and refined.

Each dawn I awaken, I breathe in my fears,
I dance through the shadows, I wipe away tears,
For I only get one life to dance in this light,
No retakes allowed, just this singular fight.

When my head meets the pillow, the world fades away,
I find in the silence the courage to stay,
And I rest with the knowledge that deep in my soul,
I’ve lived for my truth, I’ve honored my whole.

I raise my voice for those who remain silent,
In a chorus of dreams, together we’re vibrant,
For too long they’ve whispered that we’ll never prevail,
But I’m the storm that breaks through the veil.

It should come as no surprise, can you not see?
From the ashes I rise, like a phoenix, I’m free,
Born from the embers of doubt and despair,
I am more than survival; I am the flare.

With each step I take, I write my own tale,
A journey of courage where dreams set sail,
I am the author, the architect too,
Of a life that’s a masterpiece, painted in hue.

So here’s my reminder, my battle cry loud,
In a world that demands we shrink down and bow,
At the end of the day, it’s your life—make it bright,
Stand tall, speak your truth, claim your birthright.

I am not just a whisper; I’m the roar in the night,
Living for myself, I embrace the fight,
For in every heartbeat, I find my own way,
And I rise, oh I rise, at the end of the day.