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?

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I carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

– E. E. CUMMINGS