Rise to Every Occassion or Rise Everytime You Fall

Sometimes she feels beaten.

She is crawling on the ground with blood on her face. 

She envisions herself in the streets of New York in a dark alley way, like she had just been mugged. 

She is  screaming, but no one hears her screams.

She is crying, but no one sees her tears.

Is there anyone out there? Anyone out there with a beating pulse?

The blood stains her face and it becomes cold on her skin.

She sits on the ground crying with her head in between her legs and her legs become numb.

She feels like she can not get up, but she knows she can not stay there. 

She realizes that she can not stay there and gives up.

Usually, at these times people think about those who care for them most and this drives them to rise up.

She thinks about these people and her mind becomes frozen in doubt. 

She feels alone, an independence she has created all on her own sometimes pushing away those that love her most.

She continues to cry and reaches out to God’s invisible hand that lifts her up off the cold, wet, pebbly black pavement.

With her rising comes a confirmation of her faith and a feeling of hope.  He always gives her hope, but she needs to rise on her own.

What will happen when her body does not let her rise next time?

-PRISCILLA-