like after a fall, return to flying;
To take that whisper of no hope,
and still walk on that tightrope;
If I said I’ve no fear, I’d be lying.
Against all odds, I have fought,
with all my passion, I’ve sought;
Today, as I am where I did aim,
I’m thankful I’m still the same;
But with time, I’ve grown a lot.
|November PAD Challenge Day 30. #novpad30|
The Poet’s Rally, hosted by Ava is a community of poets joining in to share their poetry once every fortnight. It’s into its 57th week now.