I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
I get ready for the day –
just as people do.
I rise for another time.
I don’t see the signs
of any future decline.
I get dressed. I walk
towards the front door.
I swing the door open
and I take a big step,
but I trip before I leave.
I start to fall to the floor.
Just like that, my mood
is under attack. I rise
again, not before I tie
my shoes. The fall hurt,
but I learned to rise.
I look to the sky above
and I rise to my feet.
I like standing up to
the faces of defeat.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Great Post! I can relate 🖤
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Thanks! We are not alone!
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There is some comfort in knowing you’re not the only one 🖤
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That’s true, anything to make life easier!
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I need to learn to rise up from defeat! Excellent poem!
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I think we all do at times. Easier said than done! Thanks for your kind words
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