rise

I crave the ones who’ve seen confusion and known struggle; 

who have pulled themselves up from the shackles of heartache and strife, 

disappointment and darkness, exhaustion and drain and have risen 

with a heart as open and unwaveringly wide as the ocean itself. 

Give me those people. 

The brave, the vulnerable, the wise, the ones who care for a world, 

and how to better it along with themselves. 

To know their ability in making waves, in shifting patterns with tides

and in creating change. 

Let us become that open ocean. 

And make it rise.

Victoria Erickson