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I've hit countless walls..
But after every fall..
I pick myself back up and stand tall.
Count my blessings and thank my stars,
That I've been lucky enough to get this far.
For you see life's about trial and error..
It's all about whether you learn to fight back or get lost in the terror..
| I'm curious how you decided on your use of punctuation. I'm not well acquainted with the double period .. Is it meant to be read as a lingering stop, or a more definitive stop? |
Something I found interesting when reading this poem was my instant reflex to think about my own walls, falls, mistakes, and opportunities to succeed. That's definitely a benefit of a poem with little description. Your speaking directly with sentences people can appropriate. It was enjoyable with a good message. If I had to critique this style, I'd liken it to a literary horoscope. However, something that broad audiences can enjoy is also valuable, so don't be upset by that idea. .
|| Posted on 2014-06-08 00:00:00 | by Erreur | [ Reply to This ] || truer words have never been spoken. it felt like a forced rhythm at first, but that works. sounds more like street wisdom so it don;'t have to be any mechanical kind of a flow.||| Posted on 2014-06-07 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] |