Knocked down so many times
Was it seven or more?
Life doesn’t do the counting for you.
Rolling around wondering if it’s worth it to
Persistently stubborn, a heart is strongly beating
In an aching chest.
One eye open and One eye closed
from coldly bitter blows.
Waiting to be bested and ignored
Sitting in painful patience as my doubt tells me eight times is too many.
But I refuse. I won’t. I can’t.
Quitting isn’t in me.
Rising to the challenge singing in the marrow of my bones I stand