The Rising

The struggle is real.

Though my soul treads in darkness

Fighting to arise to shine in the light

I have bonded with the stars in kindness

I have lost the fear of the cold blooded night

My tears they may fall like the rain

Deaf to the mockery of  condemnation

I now exist here numb to the pain

Ended explaining to obstinate perception

Rule me however you desire

Label me irrelevant, scoff my being

To justify your accusations, don't qualify to inspire

I Now Only will thrive, for The All Seeing