And Yet, I Rise...

[Guest LilyRose]

A retrospective of some of the awful things in my life. And as the wonderful woman I am, I always push forward to do what I love despite my pain. Once I set my heart to something, I do it. No matter what it is.

And Yet, I Rise...

When I was in the 4th grade, my teacher looked me in the eyes
and stated coldly that I would never amount to anything because
I was a troublemaker. Other boys teased me for being small and

acting like a girl. And yet, I rise stronger and better than them all.

When I first started writing full time in high school, a bully decided to

throw my binder full of poems into the street after beating me senseless.
Gathering my poems up, I can hear his sneer ringing inside my skull,

"Poetry is for pussies like you." And yet, I rise to become published.

When I began my teaching licensure program, a future professor was
skeptical of my abilities. "How can someone with no teaching experience
be ready to lead a classroom for fifty minutes?" I put my hands in the air

and said that this is why I am here. And yet, I rise as a wonderful teacher.

When I was focused on either poetry or teaching, I felt like I was on top of
the world for a brief moment in time. Once those moments were gone, I

was crippled by severe depression, anxiety, and ADHD due to being born
in a hellish man body that I never agreed with. And yet, I rise to fight it.

When I refused to leave my bed, I thought of different ways to end my life.
Wanting to find a place where no one would ever find me because no one

should ever see me and my disgusting body ever again. One day, I just

snapped and I knew what to do. And yet I rise as the woman I know I am.

Lily Rose

Big hugs! Thanks for reading.

[Guest Mia J]

Thanks Lily, That was nice and hit home for me.

Mia

[Guest Angel Heart]

<3

that is really amazing...i loved it! you are very strong, never forget it

[Charlize]

Thank you for your poetry Lily. It made a great start for my day.

Hugs,

Charlie

[tracy_j]

It kept my attention well

Full of meaning - I loved it

Tracy x

[Guest Elizabeth1974]

Inspirational is all that needs to be said great work keep it up

[Guest]

Thank you for sharing, Lily Rose.

We all rise again.

Huggs,

Joann

[Guest LilyRose]

Thank you so much for your awesomely kind words. Having such wonderful people such as you read and give me encourage me is so wonderful. Especially after today where nothing went right. I love you all!

Hugs among tears,

Lily Rose

[Guest Rebecca A]

Rise, fall, and rise again, it's not how many times we fail or fall that is important, but that we keep hold of the ability to rise again.

[Guest miss kindheart]

hi Lily Rose,

<< hug >>>>

It is good that you rose above all of that

Your beautiful

vanna

[Guest LilyRose]

Becca,

Yes indeed! :: hugs ::

Vanna,

Sweetie, that's just the beginning of my suffering. There's a whole lot more. But it captures some moments. Thanks for your wonderful beautiful comment. Hugs!

[Guest Carla_Davis]

Hi LilyRose,

"I thought of different ways to end my life". I am Happy that you NEVER succeeded.

I can relate well to this as I do not recall how many times that I wanted to end my own life.

I am VERY HAPPY to have met you here and become friends with you as a young lady and fellow teacher.

You are blossoming into a wonderful young lady.

I enjoy following your poetry. It is a very good way of expressing our feelings.

Please keep posting your poetry.

Accepting being Transgender is/was also the Most Beautiful and Wonderful Events in my Life.

I wish you Continued Success and Happiness on your Journey.

Hugs,

Carla

[Guest HerMrs]

I'm so glad you chose the better route of rising above. The world is a better place. Continue to use your voice. More people need to hear this!

[Guest Brenda Hailey]

Interesting poem.

For years I found myself in depression and wanting to not be here and I dreamed of ceasing to exist and my body never to be found by anyone ever again.

No proper burial or cremation just gone into the deepest nothing this earth can provide.

I have since changed my outlook on life greatly and dont feel obliterating my body is necessary, for it is not who I am, but for my Spirit I am me.

A Spirit cannot be buried,or disappear,but instead cultivated into a beautiful person inside,despite what the flesh mandates.

Liberation is the freedom to be ourselves in how we feel in our Spirit, the body is but a broken tool and does not warrant the amount of pain we allow it in our suffering.

Nor does it deserve the recognition of being the great poet or teacher, it was just the vehicle used to "be" that person.

If all that I am is this body then why is it so hard to just be me?

Brenda Hailey