I never know the moment
When bad times will find me
How hard it will hit?
No warning from life
In an instance, Bam!
It beats me unexpectedly
Uncertain if it will let me stand up
Or if it will let me catch my breathe
All that’s left, is to wait for the next hit
Hoping that if I keep moving
The next one will miss me
Not waiting around for it
It will have to catch me
A childish misconception
Life will always hit when it does
We have no say in this
No way of avoiding it
Just take the hit
And pray you can get up
Day #363 SJD © 2021 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
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