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Second Wind
It’s so funny how love can make life seem so perfect
In that moment it feels as if nothing can go wrong
I remember thinking that there would never be times of sadness
Naivete I suppose
At any rate I figured it out for myself
There’s really no way to stop the rain
All I can do is gather the necessary tools to keep from drowning
Parkas and umbrellas…whatever I can use
Even so at times I’m going to get wet, drenched even
I just have to keep pushing
I have to fight with a renewed strength
When I stumble I’ll find a second wind
It’s imperative that I never let my vigor and zeal for living by washed away
There’s something to be said about weathering the storm
Now I know it personally
Yesterday’s troubles are dead and gone
Nobody is stopping this
Typhani M. Roberson
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