Sometimes when you stumble and fall...
The scrapes and bruises make you bawl.
You feel like you are ready to surrender.
Then you rally when you start remember.
Taking charge of what you rightfully own...
Learn self-respect and the ability to hone.
Sharpen and fine-tune your amazing talents.
Wipe off the mud and smooth out the dents.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/start-over-again/
