Getting Up
For ever so long
I lived in utopia
Thinking the world was perfect
Believing things went according to plan
I was quite too young
To understand that I was wrong
For as time went on
I saw life as it really is
All the love and security
I ever knew was dwindled
Utopia was destroyed
And my life seemed as a misery
Fate pelted me
Challenges flooded my every move
All I had come to believe was drowned
My life seemed off-course
My perfect plan was no more
Too many things became confusing
And yet that wasn’t all
At every turn
There seemed to be more
More pain and agony
I fell so hard
That I just laid there
Watching as the sun scorched me
And the rain dealt wickedly with me
My tears were bountiful
My pain was in abundance
All I knew was gone
All that was left of me
Was master-minded by lies and pain
And I was completely helpless
I didn’t try getting up
Of what use was it
When life didn’t seem worth it
When my pain took hold
And then it hit me
Never turn down a challenge
Fate had worked it magic
Destiny had dared me
I could not let it go scot-free
So I willed my-self up
I dared to believe
I trained my-self not to give up
It was then I realized
That life was not about pleasantries
Or having paroxysms of hate
Or feeling crushed and staying that way
It was then I knew
Life is a challenge
I knew I might still fall
But I had enough will power
To know that I will stand again
Even roses have thorns
And there will always be good and bad days
But what you decide to do with it
Is what determines how far you reach
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