Pep Talk Poem by Angela Michel
Pep Talk
Rating: ★5.0
How dare I
feel sorry for myself?
My trials are so small,
so insignificant
beside the agony
so many others
must survive.
Do not all men struggle?
Already so blessed,
my arrogant, self pity
is the height of
insensitivity.
The time has past
for the luxury of tears.
I must dry my eyes
and live on.
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4/25/2024 5:56:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Strength comes from within, nice write 10++