I Have Not Fallen Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have not fallen
To the ground
My shoulders
Are strong and high
Desolation came
To take me down
But I have risen
With each new try

The hour is lonely
With empty spaces
Surrounding its past
And future days
Sorrowful moments
In their weak themes
Burdening hours
Many are their ways

But I am living
And getting back up
To fulfill each new
Dream and my hope
Darkness was here
With nowhere to go
But now my hands
Hold on to light’s robe