My body does not know defeat,
my body just know these feet
keep moving forward.
Never look back.
Do not hesitate,
because that undecided fate is the shit I hate.
Don't stop for you may fall,
fall through the ground and slip away.
You know you must find a way
to crawl back up, to stand on top once again.
It is only a matter time.
It will repeat.
It is only a matter of time.
It will repeat.
My body stands tall, tree trunk legs that's what they're called.
Stretch marks that show I bounce right back.
Up, down, up again.
There is only so much life can give,
the sky on my shoulders while I live.
That's right, we're all Atlas.
Holding our own skies for as long as we can.
Defeat is not allowed.
Say that aloud.
Whisper it into your soul.
Never give up.
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Leigh Hooper
A writer in her twenties with a head full of ideas and a room full of books✨
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