How do I get back up

Like shattered pieces of glass scattered, my bare feet press against you.
You pierce my skin so deep it cuts my heart – I bleed.
Lodged into my feet you inflict pain with every step – I surrender.
My stride is broken, so to my knees I fall – I crawl.
But even on my knees I still feel you.

How do I get back up?

– Mamello Maitse

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