The RisingAll the holy spirits watching over us
But there is nothing that can restrain me
Battling for the heavenly souls soaring in the skies
Out of the darkest shadows,
I Rise, I Rise!
This poem is a tribute to Melissa Fry Beasley, a friend, poet and a brave activist from Oklahoma. This work is inspired by the events she went through recently. I was immensely moved by her courage in leading from the front and yet I could feel the sadness in her words of laughter. It was a tremendous challenge for me to put myself into her shoes and imagine the world she lives in and bring out the emotions connected to her. The initial struggle was, I wasn't able to start at all. Ever since I got back from my short trip, my mind was all over the place - unable to focus on thoughts correctly. Thanks to Joy, who helped me clear up my muddles when I discussed the idea of this work with her. It greatly helped my mind unravel the opening lines. Secondly, when the first draft of this piece was ready, I thought I will make the entire poem rhyme. But then, when I started to work on rhymes, it began to lose its power. So I decided to leave it as it is. Now about structuring the poem; originally it was a poem of five stanzas, four lines in each stanza, like most of my poems. It missed out few important lines I wanted to fit in. Then I also decided to take away the structuring to make it look first of its kind.