Rise

I sit across the wind, its comforting yet disturbing,
I see no one, but there are so many voices that I hear,
Words that were not for me, voices that were whispers,
just as it bought those words, it takes them away,
Quietness prevails with the mind in retrospection,
pathetic, loser, charmless, worthless
The mind can make you what you want to be,
Eyes closed, tears refuse, years of being like this,
There is good in all of us, the hero who will surface,
The shock its much needed, triggers retrospection
Locked memories always opens,
I look down the abyss, it's starting right into me,
I know I can't blink, deep inside a choice always says,
Rise. Always.