I'm rising up from beaten down <br /> Like rib-backed ridges scorched with ice. <br /> I'm railing up at Nature's poundings-- <br /> Her constant breaking of rock-hard bones-- <br /> Her endless thrashing of earthy faces. <br /> I'm rising up from fire-blood floors <br /> As monumental as the mountains... <br /> Shrouded in the midnight smoke.<br /><br />Jerra D. James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-dark-and-light-and-changing-mists/
