You may have been wounded, but your heart still beats.
Be immune to defeat, it’s time to rise to your feet.
I hate you had to endure such a messy life.
Your heart is still beating. Keep fighting with every breath of life.
Temporarily are you down because of the wound.
No matter, no worries. You’ll be on your feet soon.
You’ll rise up like a Phoenix coming out the mud.
No longer covered in the stains of flowing blood.
If you’re feeling pain that means you’re not dead.
Every other distraction is all in your head.
So much victory in your future you’re achieving.
Never stop believing as long as your heart is still beating.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Aww this was such a beautiful and powerful message. Thanks for sharing your inspirational words and being a light that uplift others.