Picking myself up after a fall, dusting off my spirits, brushing off my heart, finding my faith in myself again. Isn’t that the hardest thing of all? We can believe in a power above, in those around us who are steady and true, yet having rock solid belief in the power that lies within, now that’s tough. So, I give myself another pep talk and I keep going on, because after all, what else is there to do? Maya Angelou said it so well,
“Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.”
I will rise again…and so will you.