You can sit down and die,
but I'm going to stand up and thrive.
Yes, you can be the rosebush that becomes dead and brown,
when winter comes dragging her cane or you can stay a bloom.
The situation either controls you
or
you control the situation.
Today in this world only the strong survive,
because there is nothing left for the weak but to be controlled,
which is worse than dying.
Now it's time to stand when your legs seem to be broken.
It's time to fight for what you believe in and not let anyone change it into something other than what you want it to be.
So spread your wings and fly,
it's time to thrive in the mist of death and hard times.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
