'The Hill We Climb': Read Amanda Gorman's inaugural poem - CNNPolitics

READ: Youth poet laureate Amanda Gorman's inaugural poem

(CNN)Amanda Gorman, the nation's first-ever youth poet laureate, read the following poem during the inauguration of President Joe Biden on January 20:

When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
    The loss we carry,
      a sea we must wade
      We've braved the belly of the beast
      We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
        And the norms and notions
        of what just is
        Isn't always just-ice
        And yet the dawn is ours
        before we knew it
        Somehow we do it
        Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
        a nation that isn't broken
        but simply unfinished
        We the successors of a country and a time
        Where a skinny Black girl
        descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
        can dream of becoming president
        only to find herself reciting for one
        And yes we are far from polished
        far from pristine
        but that doesn't mean we are
        striving to form a union that is perfect
        We are striving to forge a union with purpose
        To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
        conditions of man
        And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
        but what stands before us
        We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
        we must first put our differences aside
        We lay down our arms
        so we can reach out our arms
        to one another
        We seek harm to none and harmony for all
        Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
        That even as we grieved, we grew
        That even as we hurt, we hoped
        That even as we tired, we tried
        That we'll forever be tied together, victorious
        Not because we will never again know defeat
        but because we will never again sow division
        Scripture tells us to envision
        that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
        And no one shall make them afraid
        If we're to live up to our own time
        Then victory won't lie in the blade
        But in all the bridges we've made
        That is the promise to glade
        The hill we climb
        If only we dare
        It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
        it's the past we step into
        and how we repair it
        We've seen a force that would shatter our nation
        rather than share it
        Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
        And this effort very nearly succeeded
        But while democracy can be periodically delayed
        it can never be permanently defeated
        In this truth
        in this faith we trust
        For while we have our eyes on the future
        history has its eyes on us
        This is the era of just redemption
        We feared at its inception
        We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
        of such a terrifying hour
        but within it we found the power
        to author a new chapter
        To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
        So while once we asked,
        how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
        Now we assert
        How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
        We will not march back to what was
        but move to what shall be
        A country that is bruised but whole,
        benevolent but bold,
        fierce and free
        We will not be turned around
        or interrupted by intimidation
        because we know our inaction and inertia
        will be the inheritance of the next generation
        Our blunders become their burdens
        But one thing is certain:
        If we merge mercy with might,
        and might with right,
        then love becomes our legacy
        and change our children's birthright
        So let us leave behind a country
        better than the one we were left with
        Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
        we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
        We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
        we will rise from the windswept northeast
        where our forefathers first realized revolution
        We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
        we will rise from the sunbaked south
        We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
        and every known nook of our nation and
        every corner called our country,
        our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
        battered and beautiful
        When day comes we step out of the shade,
        aflame and unafraid
        The new dawn blooms as we free it
        For there is always light,
          if only we're brave enough to see it
          If only we're brave enough to be it