When the going gets tough
There and then
A pouring, of what we’re made of
No one looks at the bird in flight
To make mention of its fatigue
But let same bird see a falling
Poor bird, with ruffled feathers
When the going gets tough
You keep going, soaring high like the bird
Till you meet ground
Poor fellow, with a few hiccups
You’ve seen a falling?
Get up, you forlorn one
And try again, that you may fly
To heights you once knew
From what was a hushed night
We have now, morning
The silence remnants,
Still enveloping creek and corner
Soon it will have competition
When with sunrise, comes the bustle
And with the bustle, comes the hustle
The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter
The living are readying
To attack the day
Such zeal, such motivation
Pot scoops of such, invaluable
A brand new day
For the lonesome, the nurturers
For the caretakers, the peacemakers
Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer
The words we fear hearing,
Rejection pierces the heart
And then for a moment we’re abeyant
In shock,
Everything in a slow revolve,
Standing,
But falling, really,
Like petals to the ground.
Perpetuity and pain, it’s worse.
A pain that constantly grapples,
Eyes that go blank, legs that wobble
Shaky hands, a mind focused on one word,
No, No, and more ‘No’s. It echoes
A reminder that,
We fell,
Just like petals to the ground.
But with time, we triumphed
Channeling distress into positivity
No longer were we petals to the ground,
No longer were we frozen in time.
And the mind? It was a haven of restored purpose.
Like petals to the ground we fell,
Now we bloom, and sway with the wind.
Reassured,
That it is well.
Ideas and plans I had in my head,
I’ll do this I’ll do that, that’s what I said
So I waited and waited for tomorrow,
Sadly my tomorrow became a yesterday
And my plans and tactics took on a gray shade
They were history, belonging to the past, never assembled
Just because I relied on tomorrow.
You don’t know what tomorrow holds
Why not grab every opportunity you get, it’s okay to take the less travelled road
Tell that someone you love him or her because tomorrow might act out otherwise,
One thing tomorrow can’t do is to control you today
Act now and roll the dice come what may,
But don’t depend on tomorrow when you already have today.
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