Writers 
One day I was very tired,
In a time when all hopes seemed to be dead and dying.
I had wounds I could not account for,
Smiled through the tears, and danced through the pain.
I had landed on my face so many times that I couldn't count,
Raced all hills and challenged all doubts.
The road was rough and long were the nights,
But there was a song in me somewhere.
I gazed at the scars and spoke quietly, “I’m still here.”
Although I was filled with terror.
I might have remained in the realm of sadness,
There was something in me calling me home.
So I collected my courage little by little,
And chose my future path to brightly shine.
I wiped my tears, and lifted my head,
Declining to be in the dark of fear.
The past hurt me, but it couldn't hurt for long,
The person I would grow into over the years.
The mistakes I made were lessons that I could relate to,
And his hope lay in my future tomorrow.
So I took this day to get up and,
To chase my dreams beneath open skies.
Not because life had suddenly become easy,
So, however, I could never give up without being bound forever.
I rose with faith and I rose with grace,
I was up and on my feet, determined to find my place.
Although there may be tests ahead,
I'm aware that I can get up from every ache.