From a stumble that humbles,
To a stride in a strutted pride...
Is a recovery witnessed,
That lifts one from despair.
Knowing what was there...
Unshared and comprehended,
Without a doubt.
From tears that sat and visited.
To a broad smile generated,
From a constant frown...
Appearing on one's mouth.
Initiated as one knew what being down,
Meant...
And was about!
On a face with a nose,
Pressed close to the ground.
That seemed permanent.
A rejoicing would soon come,
Heaven sent.
And stayed around,
To be easily expressed as found.
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