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~7 Times Fall, 8 Times Stand Up~

~7 Times Fall, 8 Times Stand Up~

I stood tall the first day I could,
At 9 months old learning as I should. 

The first time I fell I was young and naive, 
I felt like it served to teach me how to grieve. 
When I first stood back up I had learnt so I thought,
Soon to discover I knew nothing of the sort. 

Twice fallen down, oops that one hurt too!, 
I felt so alone not knowing what to do. 
Once more I stood up I'm sure everyone trips,
But I still had that taste of tear salt on my lips. 

Third time's a charm or so people say,
When I fell once again my heart started to decay. 
To get back on up with my heart three times cracked, looking back now? I should have just packed. 

When the fourth time arrived I believed my heart to be seasoned,
"It can't be helped" I so desperately reasoned. 
Standing again I felt like I'd shrunk,
I was missing something... A part of my spunk. 

You'd think after five times "girl you're a mess",
Yet again I was dropped left both crying and depressed. 
Shaky at the knees I stood up once again,
By this time I was feeling something hard to explain. 

Fall number six and you'd swear I was shattered, 
I fought so damn hard left feeling bruised and battered. 
To stand up another time was like relearning to walk,
It took so f****** long and I struggled to talk. 

The seventh fall destroyed my heart and my soul,
I couldn't see any chance of once more being whole.
I'm still trying to stand right now before you,
It's hard to accept that not everyone will adore you.

I won't fall again to myself I have sworn,
That never again over them shall I mourne.

Fall for an eighth? Because they send 'sup?' 
No. Seven times fall, only eight I'll get up. 

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Being Me

You can stand tall and proud having written this! Find your feet with poetry x

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Miss K

Thank you for your kind words X 
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Marion Price

I really like this K...because life is exactly that ..a series of falls, some more serious than others but all shattering. But somehow ..most of us rise again, minus a few bones but nobody notices because they are all missing bones also. Nice write 💕

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Marion Price

I really like this K because that is what life is for most of us, a series of falls...some more serious than others but all shattering. Most of us rise again...minus a few bones but nobody notices because they are all missing bones also...nice write my friend 💕

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Miss K

I'm glad it rings true and others can relate. Thank you for your positive response! X

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Miss K

I'm so grateful for such a kind response! X

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