A jagged rock

February 2, 2015

Like a rock I am not smooth

I am jagged, I am crooked and cannot be soothed

Been beat down and shaped according to my difficulties

Adversity progresses and through time I've accumulated casualites

But that doesn't stop me for I am forever

Marching through time marching through the never

And even though I feel like it can all get better

I will always take action; I will be a go-getter.

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