FALLING
You don't choose where you fall,
or when.
You don't choose what picks you up,
or whom.
There are those who lie there,
beside themselves,
as if wishful thinking
can lift them
like a giant hook,
hoist them up,
born, in all its meanings,
to be placed on top
once more.
But I don't believe in fairy dust,
I am the one to stand me up,
to re-read the story only I know,
and get the rhythm right.
If moving on is rescue,
then I am saved.
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Nice verse...
ReplyDeleteHi Little Messy-
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your visit!
Hi Lyn,
ReplyDeleteYes, mostly we need to rely on our own resources because, if we don't ....?
wow! so well said Lyn! bravo! xxo
ReplyDeleteHi Derrick-
ReplyDeleteRight you are..not always a sure thing..but..!!
Hi Jeane-
ReplyDeleteHow nice !! I write for compliments!! Thanks so much...
Yep, we're the only ones who can pull ourselves up by the bootstraps...or bra straps...heehee!
ReplyDeleteThe Botero is marvelous...perfect with your piece!!
Hi Willow-
ReplyDeleteCute/funny! Yes, isn't Botero unbelievable?
Great, Lyn. That Botero had a great sense of humour; love some of his stuff.
ReplyDeleteLove your new look!
Beautiful poem, suffused with such a honest and inspiring philosophy. You are so right, in life, we write our own story and it's up to rise if we should fall. An enduring and uplifting message indeed :)
ReplyDeleteHi Alaine-
ReplyDeleteThank you..I was lucky to find this Botero!
Hi Sam-
ReplyDeleteVery well said..thank you so much..I appreciate your kind words.
I love this - being self-reliant and having the courage to pick yourself up, bruises and all, and keep on going. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Talon-
ReplyDeleteWelcome, and thank you for your generous comment...