'' You'll Feel Ten Feet Tall '' Poem by Bri Mar

What you create,
Is it down to fate?
Or is someone or something your guide,
When on an idea you fixate,
Do you take it all in your stride?

Be it an invention,
Which merits a mention,
Or a poem which then sows the seeds,
Was it really your sole intention?
To fulfill yours and others needs.

If it's something sad,
It need not be bad,
It's for you to search for a cure,
With help your world will soon be glad,
Your sidekick can and will reassure.

Anything that's good,
Be grateful, you should,
Each day will be full of surprises,
Though many may not be understood,
Life does wear many disguises.

For what comes to pass,
Never say alas,
Every event has a reason,
Good or bad show others your class,
Show them you won't commit treason.

Is there someone there,
Who makes you aware,
That yes though you can stand on your own,
When required they'll show they care,
They would never leave you alone.

In times of trouble,
They'll dig through the rubble,
They'll pick you up when you fall,
Yes, they will help re-inflate your bubble,
Till once again,

‘' You Feel Ten Feet Tall ‘'