When she fell
in her pain she was grateful,
to all those along the way who
patiently taught her how to rise to her feet.
showed her how to dust off,
heal the wounds,
start again.
After years of practice
she wasn’t afraid of falling anymore.
Dirty knees were honorable.
© Ali Grimshaw 2016
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Great poem about resilience. It says it so much more eloquently than I ever could. I love it!
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Thank you dear Adam.
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Ali, this was beautiful, all too true of life isn’t it.
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I have had my share of dirty knees too! Well written.
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Thank you for the feedback.
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Dirty knees were honorable.
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Thank you Kirsten for your reflection.
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Nice
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Thank you for reading and for the compliment.
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