Rise Above

Janet Hunt
On a cold and lonely morn

Children play alone in the streets

One day they will rise above

He pays his last dollars

For a brief moment of ecstasy

Forgetting the chaos of the moment

One day he will rise above

He pulls the sleeves down

On a worn and tattered jacket

Tears fall as he covers the bruises

One day he will rise above

They travel on

A journey to themselves

The teardrops fall unseen

Cries fall on deafened ears

One day they will rise above

Published by Janet Hunt - Featured Contributor in Business & Finance

Janet Hunt is a freelance writing professional specializing in business and finance. She has published articles for such online publication sites as Demand Studios, Associated Content, and various other onli...  View profile

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  • T. H. Pankey11/17/2009

    "...they have to find a power beyond themselves...," is what I can really appreciate about this poem more so than the rest of what is a very good poem, Janet.

  • Maria Roth11/13/2009

    We can all rise above. I love this poem. :)

  • Karen Gros11/9/2009

    Thought provoking!

  • Deonils11/6/2009

    you chose some powerful words, that make everything in the poem both sad and hopeful at the same time. Realsim plus Rising Above! Brava and Shalom

  • Linda Louise Johnson11/5/2009

    This is very evocative. Beautiful.

  • Dan Reveal11/5/2009

    Such great writing, Janet! Thanks..!

  • Dina Quirion11/5/2009

    Very powerful, I love it.. :o)

  • Magena Fawn11/5/2009

    This is fantastic piece of hope!

  • Steven West11/4/2009

    Very emotional poem. Nice.

  • John Myers11/4/2009

    Great Janet! One of your best, I think!

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