Help Me Stand
Falling hard,
crashing down.
Feeling pain,
on the ground.
Feeling hurt,
not a sound.
But there's a light;
there's a hand.
I head a voice,
to help me stand.
I'm not alone,
not outmanned.
I know I can.
This poem is about:
Me
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