Enmeshed( Poetry Thursday)

So enmeshed
in the mediocrities of the past
Rise, rise above
from this drowning dust
That anxiously waits to engulf
Would you stand there
and helplessly wait
or would you rise to the occasion
and write your own fate
Would you let the words of wisdom inspire you
or curse the darkness that drowns you
Would you rise above the whirlpools of small comforts
that entangles you stiff
Or strive to achieve those ideals
you set for yourself
when your life began
Would you search for the last ray of hope
in this dark tunnel that surrounds you
Would you find your path
from which you have meandered so far
or continue meandering far
to the point of no return;
I know you would rise
You would rise
from this drowning dust
as the phoenix rises from its own ashes
as the light pierces through the deep darkness