Weakness, poem (360/365)

I feel weak
But that is not
What I am
I stopped premature
Whinnying that
My legs could no longer
That my brain could no longer
That my soul could no longer
Continue in such a manner
Blatantly lies
For I had before continued
Greatness requires
No quitting
No stopping
No yielding
To doubts
But persistent faith
That if I thought I could
I can
And will
Belief rewake
That I am not weak
Anchoring might
Watering persistence
Harvesting strength
Yanking out weeds
Of inconstancy
I woke up early
I’m not weak
Greatness lives inside me
Remember remember
Failures make winners

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