Get Back Up

Get Back Up short poem

Photo by Su–May

Don’t cut your wings off
Don’t let yourself fall down
And If you fall,
make sure you keep your head up.
Learn how to smile,
Learn when to cry
Don’t feel humiliated,
Be persistent,
and be strong.
You might stumble or break down, but make sure you stay humble and get back up.

Giving up is like cutting a little bird’s wings,
It’s giving up on your very own dreams,
Which eventually is like a disease.
You might feel hurt and in pain,
but keep being strong and sustain.
Keep moving forward to pursue your dreams.

Everyone falls,
but it is all a game,
That we just have to learn how to play.

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