You hope for my demise,
but I refuse to fall.
You push me,
but I refuse to stay down.
You want to see me broken,
but I refuse to give you the satisfaction.
I will get up,
though it may seem bleak.
I will get up,
against the forces pushing against me.
Come at me with all your strength—
I won’t relent.
I won’t.
Posted in response to the challenge Hope & Resilience.
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Great messege!
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