Still I Rise (Still The Pen Glides)

When I wake in the morning,
ain’t never surprised,  
I got no time for cryin’  
so still the pen glides.  
  
How, they would wonder  
could I ever have arrived  
when grief falls around me  
as dust on their winds of doubt rise?  
   
That I could have much of anything to say  
in wake of all I’ve survived,  
that I would have not become a slave    
to all my years for which dashed hopes  
I only strived?  
   
I lift a pen, I lift my voice    
and so amplify words,   
into a megaphone did I shout until
I was, by so many, heard.  
   
The lofty dream was always there,  
a little diamond in my heart,  
that I would rise from all despair-  
Riches from tattered rags of a journey  
I could share  
in words that still rise,  
and still the pen glides.  
   
           .....  
   
#Maya Angelou