I play my life
like a football.
I tuck my fears
under my arm.
I duck my head,
close my eyes
to squinting slits,
and stare at my goal,
a deliberate blur.
As long as I can
still see daylight,
I can run forward
until I am knocked down.
I know that everybody 
drops some things,
but being alive
means that you
can still get up.
You must.
You must.

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