One. Hundred. Thousand

One person knocked into me

I fell and scraped my knees.

One hundred people spoke to me

They said I would fail.

One thousand people looked at me

Their eyes were filled with pity.

Yet every time I crashed to earth

I never stopped picking myself up.


Photo by Felix Russel Saw on Unsplash


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