Within my mind, surrender is not found
Its letters cannot spell, its meaning's lost
For I keep striving through each challenge tossed
By Fate my way, resilient, braving ground
A winner walks where others hit the ground
Their fallen forms dot fields where dreams got crossed
But I arise from every stumble/loss
Draw lessons learned, wiser answers crowned
This resilient spirit fuels my pen
As words flow free despite life's ebbs and floods
I sweat my lines and glorify once more
My Maker uses me, His strengths lend
My craft survives through hard or easy moods
The poet triumphs where the weak men fall
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