Rise

1/27/21

Rise from the pit of I can't, I don't

Fly high on the wings of determination and grit

Setbacks can slow me, not stop me

My vision, my dreams — they guide me

My journey matters

The path I choose makes a difference

Come rise with me!

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This was my first poem - a birthday gift to my daughter when she turned 11 during the pandemic.

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