It’s making a choice,
Due to manic hormone;
Yet sticking with them,
Even when you hit low.
It’s going to bed,
not planning to awake;
still rising to work,
When dusk gives way.
It’s smiling and strutting;
Though inside is hurting;
Admitting ‘I’m not fine’;
But adding ‘I will be’.
It’s rising then falling;
Still rising and trying;
Though chances are slim you’ll-
Succeed yet keep trying.
Strength ain’t gun or dagger;
A man armed with armor;
It’s finding your feet even,
When they’ve been twisted-
Not broken, just bent.
This poem is sweet yet very emotional. It reminded me of how I feel when I hear something terrible going on in Nigeria in the news. My stomach knots up and I pray that it hasn’t affected you. ((Hugs!)) xo
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Thank you so much for your concern PJ. I actually don’t live in Nigeria, but my family do live in the western part where the fighting is practically non-existent. Thankfully 😊😊
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Yes! Thankfully and I am so glad to hear you don’t live there. Whew!
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Such a emotional poem! You really have a way with words! Keep writing and keep hanging on!! You are strong my friend! And so glad your family isn’t living where the fighting is! HUGS!
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Thank you so much Joy, you are my motivation ❤ . Haha, I know me too!!! 😀
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wonderful poetry here
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Thank you sir! 🙂
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I loved this poem…so emotional yet motivating….A symbol of true courage and determination ,
It’s finding your feet even,
When they’ve been twisted-
Not broken, just bent…..
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Thank you so much Sweety, you make me smile 🙂 . It is a reminder for me to keep on walking. 🙂
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Oh ..you should ! 🙂
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