The rocks rolled down the hill onto my body
The marbles served as a pillow
The stones are coming down fast and furious
It’s a deluge and no way to stop them
They keep coming and coming
There’s a village pushing them on down
No regard for those caught in the rock storm
No time to run or hide
Time to take the hits and rise through it.
Feeling alive beneath the rubble.
There is power in being able to overcome
Categories: mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Rubble Risers…
Stones of Humans
Without Empathy
Falling Down
On Humanity
Now Just
Say
No
Love
Rules Us
Always Now..
The only God Worth Saving Alive And Well..:)
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Ah, to be a rubble riser!
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Yes So
Refreshing
A Great Escape..:)
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There truly is power is just overcoming. Probably the best type of power. Well said.
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To overcome can fill one’s strength jar 🙂
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