Endure (A Poem)

You fall, crashing hard on your knees, scraping them and making them bleed. And a part of you, that tiny voice that asks you in a dark, condescending voice: What’s the point? Does it matter if you fail? You fail all the time.

It’s so much easier to give up than it is to try. But you must endure.

Imagine who you will become.

If you lay there, letting the blood from your knees stain the concrete, you have let all the nah-sayers win. Don’t let them.

You fall.

You stand back up, wipe your brow, and you try again. Raise up your fists to the nay-sayers and the non-believers. Because the only one who can determine if you can do this.

Is you.



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