Again

Cheek against the ground
As low as possible
I haul myself up
Bit by bit.
Again and again.

Standing on wobbly legs
Face raised to the sun.
I will encounter this
Again and again.

The process is unending.
The highs and the lows
The stumbles and the heights.

Round and round I go,
Not sure that this is good.
Not sure that this is bad.

Cheek against the ground.
Waiting for a ray of sunshine to fall
I haul myself up
Bit by bit.
Again.

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