Wednesday evening, the wind was howling and shaking my windows. Then came the rumble of thunder and a streak of lightening that flashed between the creases of my blinds. As I tossed and turned to block disturbance out, strangely Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise" poured into my mind. I left the bed to search the Internet for a legible version. I read it in its entirety, and then a few sections repeatedly, in particular "Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, weakened by my soulful cries?...Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise...Leaving behind nights of terror and fear... I rise. I rise. I rise. I rise." What followed the reading was an epiphany! When we fight the wrong battles for so long, we drown in turmoil instead of LETting GO and distancing ourselves from disturbances in order to create the peace that we want to experience within. As the night wore on, the sky settled, and threat of a thunderstorm came to past as quickly as my thoughts of a past that was no longer my reality. Still I rise.