Fallen III

The world came back slow like a sunrise through smoke,
my lungs dragging in air like they barely awoke.
My hands shook hard like the past still had a hold,
and the room around me felt distant and cold.
Voices blurred together like echoes in a cave,
and I realized I had climbed out of my own grave.
My heart beat wild like it refused to behave,
like it knew I had survived what was meant to enslave.

I lay there breathing heavy, trying to understand,
how I slipped from the edge but still found land.
How the darkness lost grip when it tightened its hand,
how I rose from a fall I was never meant to withstand.
The memory of the voice still thundered in my chest,
like a storm that refused to let my spirit rest.
It said rise, move forward, become your best,
and the weight of those words pressed deep in my flesh.

I stood slow, legs weak like they forgot their role,
but something inside me felt newly whole.
A spark lit up where there once was a hole,
and I knew I had stepped into a different soul.
I walked out into the world with a tremble in my stride,
but the air felt different, like it shifted on my side.
The sky looked wider, like it opened up wide,
and the ground felt steady where it once had lied.

I thought about the night that almost took my breath,
how I tried to outrun life by running toward death.
How the darkness whispered softly that I had nothing left,
but the light answered louder with a promise kept.
I realized survival was more than a chance,
more than a heartbeat, more than a glance.
It was a call to rise, to break from the trance,
to step into a future I once left to chance.

I walked with a fire burning low but strong,
a quiet determination humming like a song.
The road ahead felt heavy and long,
but for the first time I felt like I belonged.
I carried the memory of the fall like a brand,
a reminder of the moment I could not withstand.
But I also carried the rise like a command,
a promise to myself to finally take a stand.

I said I will not waste the breath I was given,
I will not return to the life I was living.
I will walk forward with purpose and vision,
and build something real from the ruins of my decisions.
I will rise from the ashes of the man I used to be,
and step into the strength that was waiting in me.
I will walk with intention until the world can see
that the fall did not break me, it set me free.

The road stretched out like a story unwritten,
and the weight of the past no longer felt smitten.
I felt the pull of a future I was finally fit in,
and the fire inside me refused to be hidden.
I breathed deep, letting the moment settle in place,
feeling the warmth of a new life embrace.
And I whispered softly into the open space,
I am here, I am rising, I will finish this race.

I stepped forward with a heart rebuilt from the night,
with a soul that had learned how to return to the light.
With a spirit that refused to surrender the fight,
and a promise to keep walking until the path felt right.
I am not who I was, I’m reborn! 

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