She Just Stood

Written with one person in mind, shared in awe of people everywhere who get up one more time.

She just stood. She just stood there, still;

swaying with the effort.

They said she couldn’t do it,

they said she wasn’t strong enough to make it up again.

But what do they know?

Sure there were some weak parts,

sure there were some days when even she believed them,

and she wondered if the time would ever come,

ever come again

when she could stand.

What can be more loaded,

what can be so strong as the things

they say about you when you’re down,

when you’ve fallen?

Well, let them all be shocked this time,

let them be amazed.

Let them make their theories,

let them give their learned theories

because they are not what matters.

She closes out their voices,

cuts of their sentences

by stopping up her ears.

Stopping up her ears

with her own true voice,

the only one she knows for sure is

leaving out the lies this time.

So they say the world is ending,

that we really can’t get better,

that we messed it up so bad this time

there ain’t no going back.

It’s the same messed up message that they

poured on her head when she fell last time.

But she knows they are wrong.

Because they just missed the blinding fact

that she just proved them wrong and stood

on her own two feet again.

What can be more loaded,

what can be so strong

as the things they say about you’re down,

when you’ve fallen?

Just one thing, only this:

The feel of your own two legs beneath you,

your own two legs are the final word.

She just stood.

She just stood, still;

swaying with the effort.