Resilience - poem written for open mic on Saturday night - How to keep your inner child alive

 

A cat has a lot of resilience, doesn't it?

I was walking on Life’s path, 

and I fell down hard

The route was dusty,

Lined with stones and shards

They tore into me

and I thought the end was near

but I got up and walked on, 

overcoming my fear

I walked on and Life was going

its wondrous way,

The challenges came again, 

to my deep dismay

I stumbled forward 

and lost my footing,

This time I thought

My lovely world 

was sinking

But again I gathered all my strength 

and got up,

and this time I promised to not 

always be on my guard

Cause Life’s challenges will will me to grow up,

be cynical and complain

and behave like an adult 

who has had it tough and out of the mundane

But now I get up 

and wail if I must,

I throw a tantrum if it’s hard

And then rise above 

The flying dust!

Like a pilot in a crash,

of a glider that’s fuming,

I walk out majestically

To see the World again, 

Unassuming

Cause the child in me,

Has never died.

Yes, yes, she has suffered,

Oh Yes, she has criedI was walking on Life’s path, 

and I fell down hard

The route was dusty,

Lined with stones and shards

They tore into me

and I thought the end was near

but I got up and walked on, 

overcoming my fear

I walked on and Life was going

its wondrous way,

The challenges came again, 

to my deep dismay

I stumbled forward 

and lost my footing,

This time I thought

My lovely world 

was sinking

But again I gathered all my strength 

and got up,

and this time I promised to not 

always be on my guard

Cause Life’s challenges will will me to grow up,

be cynical and complain

and behave like an adult 

who has had it tough and out of the mundane

But now I get up 

and wail if I must,

I throw a tantrum if it’s hard

And then rise above 

The flying dust!

Like a pilot in a crash,

of a glider that’s fuming,

I walk out majestically

To see the World again, 

Unassuming

Cause the child in me,

Has never died.

Yes, yes, she has suffered,

Oh Yes, she has cried

But today she’s again forgotten yesterday,

Today us a beautiful New page, 

that’s waiting for her to play..

Written for an open mic session with @m.orgazm at Poetic Babelier, Brussels 

But today she’s again forgotten yesterday,

Today us a beautiful New page, 

that’s waiting for her to play..

Written for an open mic session with @m.orgazm at Poetic Babelier, Brussels 

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This is the lovely sweatshirt I won at the evening from Morgazm for her theme 'Gangsta Slay'

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