Still Going

And I can’t get up and say,

“Look. I’m still standing.”

Because I keep it moving,

Even when I have to crawl.

And I’m bleeding and crying on the inside,

I’m branded, but I remain a bull,

Even when they saw off my horns.

And I’m grateful for all that managed,

To hold my hands through storms

You saw off some thorns.

And I keep it moving,

So where those came from there will be more.

And they graze,

And they cut,

And they rub,

But.

They Sharpen.

And I can’t get up and say,

“Look. I’m still standing.”

Because I keep it moving,

Even when I have to crawl.

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