R is for Resilience


Life is a tough journey that is never the same
Constantly changing like some kind of game,
We are not perfect and we make mistakes
We hurt so deeply that our heart breaks,
We try new things and fall flat on our face
Resilience helps us forget our disgrace,
Growing and learning, we persevere
Resilience guides us through the fear,
Wiser and stronger, we start anew
Resilience helps us see it through.


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  1. Catch My WordsApril 20, 2013 at 9:15 AM

    Wonderful poem. Yes, life can be tough, but we will prevail.

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  2. UnknownApril 20, 2013 at 10:37 AM

    A little wiser, somewhat stronger! Nice job, thank you for sharing with us.

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    1. UnknownApril 20, 2013 at 2:03 PM

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting,HA50. Much appreciated.

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  3. sherileeApril 20, 2013 at 11:42 AM

    Agreed. Resilience is something that, if in place, can help people through really rough times. If not, even the smallest bumps in circumstances can rock a world... Good things to be reminded of, thanks.

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    1. UnknownApril 20, 2013 at 2:02 PM

      Thanks for commenting, sherilee. Yes, it sure is important to have resilience in life as change and rough times come to us all.

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  4. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 20, 2013 at 1:45 PM

    Very true. Great word especially in light of this week's events.

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    1. UnknownApril 20, 2013 at 2:00 PM

      Yes, so true, Talya. The people of Boston are very resilient, I would say.

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  5. SuzyApril 21, 2013 at 12:07 AM

    Isn't that ever so true. I think it's the survival instinct in us that makes us bounce right back. Nice one.

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  6. Corinne RodriguesApril 21, 2013 at 5:55 AM

    Great choice of a word - and nice to reflect on it, Cat.

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  7. D..J. KirkbyApril 21, 2013 at 5:55 AM

    That was an empowering poem!

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  8. AnonymousApril 21, 2013 at 11:48 AM

    Thank you! I enjoyed this poem very much!

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