You rose each time you fell

There are many times when I feel I cannot go any further.. that I have reached the end of my limits…that I have tried beyond my capacity- when I am ready to dive under my quilt and seek refuge in darkness and silence, when I cry tears for no reason, when I feel I am at least hundred years old, when I know that things will not be okay again..and just then, from some corner of my mind, I hear a story in my head:

Three times he’d fallen, stumbling,

Three times, he rose again

Too far behind to hope to win,

He still ran to the end

And even though he came in last,

With head bowed low, and proud,

You would have thought he’d won the race

To listen to the crowd

And to his dad he sadly said

”I didn’t do too well”

”To me, you won.” his father said.

”You rose each time you fell”

 


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