Rise,
even if you have fallen
Rise.
Rise, even if pushed
Into the ditch, rise.
Rise and pursue,
But let go,
Yes, let go of the past.
_ the past is dead,
Your last respect to your past
Is to mourn for it
_ we mourn for the things lost
So that we would see clearly
The things we have with us.
Rise, but let go of the past.
Again I say, rise.

03/07/2020
© JC Allison