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And right there was me,
you fill my hands with the rough mud,
tangible sample of my multiple attempts,
rustic souvenir of a constant struggle.

Behind that brown cover he felt the wounds,
those conformed of scratches and scrapes,
that made me sensitive to any friction,
that exposed my vulnerabilities.

And it's that there is not irrefutable proof,
when the rough work has been done,
that the inebriated senses of wounds
and the lively mind that attends to everything remains.

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How subtle was the breeze perched on my temple,
memories went through my mind,
my eyes cried at the pain,
continuous suffering for every stumble along the way.

I saw myself in the mirror hoping to find comfort,
but I found in that image aspects that I didn't expect.
He was a young man no longer so young,
who showed the recorded life experience,
that he was willing to face the challenges,
to obtain the success for which he still works.

No matter the light or the shadow,
no matter the color of your skin,
much less the studies he has been able to obtain,
Even so, he was proud of what he is now.

There I noticed that tears were necessary,
only that now they had a different reason,
because between its brightness I could notice
that the eyes looked expectantly at this new being.

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Each stumble was a reason to continue,
every scratch a reminder that avoids,
avoids repeating errors in the action,
It even prevents us from letting ourselves get hurt.

Each wound was strength,
that which forces rebellion in the face of injustice,
that which forges the character to resist everything,
that which teaches us to reinvent ourselves day by day.

Now it's not that everything is perfect
or that all my goals have been achieved,
but I learned from time patience,
the one that leads to maintain a constant step,
because now I don't look at every step,
Now I look forward and recognize my changes.

It's not that I always have the result I expected,
constant reprogramming the one that I perform,
because perseverance is intelligent,
as long as we are willing to recognize
that the wise thing is to allow you to let go,
let go of that so it's not worth fighting anymore.

This poetry is the english version of the part of the Poetry Contest of Hive account@felixgarciap is doing. I am proud to be part of this activity. For see the spanish version press here
Today the challenge was to write based on PERSEVERANCE </ b>. I varied a bit the way I present my poems and divided it into stages.

_{I extend my invitation to participate to Hive account@thelastpoet and Hive account@angelica7 loool (What complications do I imply) loool
To see the bases of this contest press here and to see the spanish version of this article press here.}

I hope you like my poetry!
Until a next post ;)

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