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  • Writer: Birsty Krewerton
    Birsty Krewerton
  • Feb 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

Resilience?


What’s that?


She said

drained

of strength

doubting self

a weeping well

of wallowing

wondering

can she really do this?


So how

she said

do I shake

my head

free

of self deprecation

and that inner voice

of mine

that says...


I’m not good enough.


How do you just

dust yourself off?


Is it an acceptance

you couldn’t have done more?


A belief in a better future?


Taking one day at a time?


Trying to find

the positives in life?


Bouncing back

from each shit storm you ride?


Rolling with punches,

swallowing pride?


Facing fears,

allowing tears

and climbing

out of pits you’re in?


Believing in better

and fighting for it

despite the obstacles

lobbed your way?


Well I can try.

Especially

with you by my side.

There to remind me

I saved a life

which felt like

a huge surprise

to me,

despite my retelling

of the story

which definitely

included the bit

where I saved a life.


I might not feel all that resilient,

but maybe I am?

 
 
 

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