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Upon her launch into the norm,

A gust of shock throws her off her feet.

“Onto the floor! I command of you!

For you’re not ready to brave the storm!”


On the floor, she refused to stay

No matter the blizzard she must face

There’s no one in command over her

She’ll get up and brave another day.


No obstacle will prove her wrong

For she’ll accomplish independence

Standing,falling and back on her feet

She will launch into norm, knowing she’s strong


Submitted to dVerse for The Art of Confession in Poetry