S.T.R.O.NG.

Here I am
Marooned on this land.
My feet sink down into shifting sand.
At times it feels more like quicksand.
I look around, I scan -
The battle seems to be out of hand.
I need backup, a helping hand.
The enemy is close at hand.
I'm outmanned by that advancing band.
But I will win
For one thing I understand -
I must -- I can -- I will stand.

All around me
Like flies they drop and fall.
Some rise back up, some crawl;
And some recover not at all.
The pitfalls, the downfalls, the freefalls -
These eyeballs witness it all.
I run through it all
Only to run into a wall.
But I am not shaken at all
For my embattled mind does recall
A man they called the Apostle Paul.
Like him, I stand --
I stand tall.

Will I drown
In the depths of a world so dark?
I'm circled by piranhas.
I swim with sharks.
The situation is dire.
The condition is stark.
Only God knows what beneath me lurks.
Where is the light?
Not so much as an arc.
Then I think this thought --
It is I who must provide the spark.

Assailed by negativity
Still I will stand tall.
Through adversity and in captivity
I'll boldly stand through it all.

Come what may, however long
I'll (S)tand (T)all (R)egardless (O)f (N)e(G)ativity.
In short, I am S.T.R.O.NG.
Isn't this the essence of positivity?

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