Before when I got knocked down,
I would rise back up, swinging.
Again when I got knocked back down,
I would rise back up-With my fists up
In front of my face, scowling…
And now, I rise back up with a deep knowing
With the message deeply in my bones
Reverberating in every fibre of my being-
That this will pass just as the other moments do.
I rest in the awe of resilience in me-
That I will not stop rising back up to my feet
From being figuratively flat on my back-
I will not stop rising back up to my feet
Until I take my last breath
I will not stop feeling the hope run through me,
The grace waiting for an opening…
I am not alone, although there are no people around me
I am rising and falling, hitting the ground
Although it doesn’t have to be a battle…
It is simply life… and all that is left
Is to be the best I can be in that moment.
And do the best I can do in that moment.
The rest can get stuffed!
There is no perfection,
No constant level of consciousness to strive for,
No expectation to be more than what I am
In this I rest, In this may you also rest.
For I am you, and you are me…
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