I'll Never Give Up - a Poem
I'll Never Give Up
And knock me around for a while
Though I may get a few bruises
And carry some permanent scars
I won't let it defeat me
I'll never give up
Though life may leave me crumbled
Weeping on the floor
The tears I cry today
Will be gone tomorrow
I'll stand up with new strength
With courage in my stubborn heart
Refusing to stay down
This isn't the first time
Life tried to bring an end to me
Nor is this the first time
I fought to survive
I've experienced being crushed
Many times in this life I live
Only causing me to rise again
To defiantly stare life in the face
Letting it know
That I will never give up
Life can hurt me
And kick me while I'm down
The bruises will heal
And the scars will fade with time
While I'll rise once again
To laugh in the face of life
Daring it to try again
Because I'll never give up
Published by Rachael A. Lund
Rachael Lund is an article and blog writer and poet of 25 years. She is a Top 1000 Yahoo Contributor on the Yahoo Contributor Network. Rachael is personally living with multiple chronic illnesses, including... View profile
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4 Comments
Post a CommentRachel, I love the strength and grit in your poem's speaker. "Letting it know that I will never give up". Love, love *LOVE* that line! It's the quintessential "Bring it!" :)
Edward, I am truly sorry that there is violence in your house. I grew up in a house like that and was even married to an abusive man. I no longer live with abuse and I hope the same for you and your mom.
When I read this poem, I remember what happen to my parents the other day. Everything in this poem is true.My mom was hurt and dad still kicking her while she was on the floor. And I wish my dad read this poem, so that he won't hurt my mom like that.
I agree with this poem, and it is true, cause I've seen this happen to my neighbors and it's horrible.