Falling But Never Giving Up
I’m running, pacing, a leaf is dropping.
Falling, descending down on the street.
People all around, where can I find my peace?
Soaking to the ground and feeling weak.
But I get up, tired to the peak
I motivate myself to finish.
Almost reaching the line, but I have been hit.
And then falling again, I have experienced pain
This time I get up without hesitation.
My head spins like a rotation.
The sky is gloomy. A voice says get up.
I see people all round cheering on me.
I feel loose and free and sprint to the finish line.
I reached,
I’ve done it,
I'm officially free!
Loose as a bird in the sky;
I’m happy, relieved, I’ve accomplished liberty.
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