Down for the Count

Discouragement is heavy, holding me down

Sadness is pinning me to the ground

It hits hard, striking low, never seeming to let up

I’m assaulted and outnumbered

Feeling broken and crushed

Yet just as it seems time is ending

I breathe in and push myself back up

Onto my knees gasping, shakily to my feet I rise

No matter how many times I am down for the count

There nowhere else to go but up

And how long I stay down depends upon only me

Keeping myself there or getting back up

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