I Rose

I still remember how they counted me out. They thought I was done. I bet they didn’t think I was going to come back like this. Clear eyes, full heart, I can’t lose. I’m built for everything the struggle must give. Perseverance is in my DNA and my blood flows with pure ambition. How dare they try to put me in a box. The only limitations I ever saw were the ones I gave myself. I’m my best friend, but also my worst enemy. I guess it just depends on how I’m feeling on that day. Regardless of my emotions, I make it a priority to check myself and continue to remain humble. I made it out of the mud before. This wasn’t my first time and it certainly will not be my last.  Damn, I remember every time life knocked me down. That shit really hurt. There were plenty of times I counted myself out and thought I was finished.  Every single time I fell I reminded myself who I am. Yes, I fell and yes at certain times it almost broke me.

I could never stay down for too long. Just know that when I collapse, I will not continue to rest there. Out of the pit of darkness and despair, I rose. I rose from the ashes like a phoenix. It’s much deeper than being resilient. I have too much pride to succumb to a victim mentality. I am royalty, thus; I will be addressed as so. Don’t get it twisted, this does not come from a place of cockiness. In fact, it is rooted in confidence. I’ll be honest I wasn’t always this way. One day the sun shines and the next the rain comes down. This is life. These separate circumstances both play a critical role in our development. Life told me it was going to be difficult and I laughed. “You don’t know who you are messing with,” I said. Every time you knock me down, I will rise. My journey has molded me to be summa cum laude from the school of hard knocks. My capabilities no longer are shackled by the handcuffs of fear and discomfort.

Your hold on me will continue to weaken. You can’t break me, life, no matter how hard you try. You will win some battles and you will seem to overpower me from time to time. Don’t be fooled though. You could never win the war. My only competition is the man in the mirror. He knows me down to the core. When you look at your reflection what do you see? Is it all the insecurities that continue to cling to as an excuse to be average? Is it a combination of the good and bad components that make you who you are? Or do you see someone who is destined to be covered in abundance and opportunity? Tell me what you see, and I’ll tell you what you can become. I will tell you sometimes you must sink before you can swim. You must lose before you can win. You must fall before you can rise. I rose. I remember every time I fell vividly like the pages out of a coloring book. I walk with my head held high despite the size of my scars.

These wounds are my badge of honor. They exemplify the many moments that life left me injured. Yet, here I am, I still rose. People will want to say you are finished. I promise you it will come. These dark moments will make you question what you have left in the tank. Think of this as the time when you will be more in tune with who you are. Adversity is a mirror that shows you who you really are. It is the fork in the road that forces you to choose. You are either going to choose the path for winners or the path for losers. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be so blunt. You need to know the truth though. You’re either a winner or a loser, there is no in between. However, even when you lose, you can always find a way to win. I can’t be broken all I know is the struggle. Adversity molded me into the best version of myself. Out of the ground, the flower rose and blossomed. Out of the struggle, I became whole. Just remember when you bring up how I fell, bring up the fact, that still I rose.

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