Still I Rise

You dig my grave,
With hate you pave,
Your eyes despise,
But still I rise;

You shout disgust,
With grave mistrust,
Insults and lies,
But still I rise;

You play victim,
On every whim,
A vile disguise,
But still I rise;

You wound my heart,
And tear apart,
A child that cries,
But still I rise;

Your words dismiss,
My outward bliss,
Destructive ties,
But still I rise;

You scream anew,
The spite you spew,
With hostile eyes,
But still I rise;

I contemplate,
The path I take,
You bring demise,
But still I rise;

And there will be,
A time set free,
With no surprise,
My soul shall rise.

© The Complicated Bunny – 14th Aug 2021