I Fall And I Shall Rise Again Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Grafted from the root,
Is the sensation I get
When the heart is snapped by
Indecision mistake I made.

I sense a big loss,
Not knowing the root of evil ways,
That got me tangled in the first place
Fueled with disbelief -

Wiser than my old folks so I thought-
Until - I got into a messy mess.
I dogged myself out,
And rose to developed a sense of self.

I cry for mercy
And hinges of my room door -
I clanged to it
I rise once more and stronger than before.