when that thing that was a struggle
is a struggle again
when that weight that was around you
pulls heavier than before
when the knock at the door
is again an unwelcome guest
when the feelings inside are brutal
when the conflict outside leaves you destitute
in this there is hope
when I fall
I will rise
yet maybe there is something more
for in the struggle
in the weightiness
in the battle
in the emotional turmoil
there is hope
there is the realization
that I will fall
I will fail
again and again and again
but when I say
that I will rise
let a moment of honesty ring true
I will not rise
I will be lifted