It's not the placid sea, that makes a sailor skilled
Nor the temperate breeze, that causes blood to chill
So it has been learned, retold and carried on
From noblest of rank, to lonesome vagabond
Fear not the quaking earth, nor the blackened sky
Silence tempting voice, that begs you not to try
For every storm shall end, and writhing flames will die
Stand defiant once again, and hold your chin up high
For you were meant to rise, through every trial known
With the weight of your success, carried in every bone.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
