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RISING

Trippings are signs
Of test of strength
Of test of determination
Of test of endurance
Of test of need
So like the eagle with broken wings
Know that walking and flying low with fowls
Is not supposed to be permanent
When they lie in roosting
Go to the mountain top and practice
Defy the odds
Fall and rise
Hurt and heal
Watch mates and learn
To rise, rise in style
Colours are made through efforts
And flying with visible colours take time
A fool may make societal grades that wise ones fail
Minds differ
A failure today prepares space for tomorrow
So rise instead of swimming in sorrow
And keep your eyes on the goal
Until you hold it in your hand
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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