Life keeps throwing me stones and I keep finding the diamonds;
For in my bosom I nurture hope, my heart surges with optimism.
Be it a torrid tempest or a day that has been deluged
I still sail the rough seas, chart my own course to bridge any chasm.
Over the stony bridge I can spy the rainbow, guiding me to a haven that is safe;
I trust my instinct; follow through with my judgement in my wake.
Life keeps throwing me lemons and I keep making lemonade;
For I believe I am strong enough to overcome, I am tough.
Be it my bough all heavy & laden or my barren willow;
I trust myself; have faith in me to prevail and crest any trough.
I add the bold honey of conviction to the sourness of my efforts,
I cede to my natural inclination to plough on, trot on, and carry on.
Life keeps throwing me curveballs and I don’t even own a bat;
But what I lack for in implements, I make up for in fortitude.
Be it my life swathed in reams of depression or in stagnant frustration
I credit my intellect and I collect my wits; I ideate, I innovate.
I match my speed to the momentum of the ball; I reach out for it with bare hands
Even if it’s a miss, not a hit; my solace is that I tried. My attempt matters.
Life keeps erecting barricades and I have only just learnt to crawl;
But I try to see beyond that and to find footholds in the wall,
Be it a path strewn with pebbles or a smoother through fare
I abolish idleness and continue to ascend, to scale with care.
I behold the barrier not as an obstacle but as a test of ability
And up I go, one baby step at a time, I simply continue to climb.
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