Prose – I Get Back Up Again


– I Get Back Up Again –


You know that feeling you get
when you have a really bad bruise
and you think to yourself;

“Maybe I should be more careful next time.
Maybe I should mitigate my risks…”


But then you remember
how much fun you had
doing the thing that hurt you;

running,
jumping,
dancing,
even flying.

And you realize that the bruises
which you get along the way
are all worth the risk
for the joy of what you have
experienced to get them.

And so I get back up again.
I keep going,
if for nothing else.
than to silence the voices
that tell me I should give up instead.