not as fast as I used to be
with recovery
to rise
and rise again
determined that this
is not the end
resilience
in the face of disappointment
pick another fly out of the ointment
and rub it in to soothe
sore muscles, aching heart
after another tussle with reality
pull myself out of calamity
pessimism shall not
get the better of me
not fate, but I
decide who I get to be
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