To drop a lifetime of baggage
We start to manage the ravage.
Pulling our shoulders down
Almost to the ground, rounded.
We feel what it's like to be bright
To look at life as if it's alright.
Square those shoulders, look ahead
That is the way we will be unafeared.
Standing tall we will never fall
It's how we were meant to be after all.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the 12 Rules Of Life, Jordan Petersen
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