Yes, I’ve fallen. But I can get up.
A thousand, thousand times I’ve kissed the ground.
A thousand, thousand and one I’ve kissed the sky.
I’m only a breath away from rising again.
all of the years since
“Eye of the tiger”
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #79 (pubtended by De Jackson, where she has us using “up.”). Pub opens at 3PM EST. Come join us!