The Rise The sun glazes once more, Its warmth savored once again.

For the second time, I won and reaped That long-thought I have lent. To the strength, Im filled with grate. Endured distress, got through agony. Now I see the donut, not the hole. My positivity again pampers me. To you, who suffers in aching silence, Hopes and dreams not assured if in vain. I, the defeated, wishes best, For Ive now gained back my own reign.