Rubber Ball

When you fall
hard on
a cemented floor
bounce back
and go higher
to the hands that
caused your
falling
let those hands
not catch you
let those that
caused the pain
miss you
for now you have
freed yourself
from the clutches
of temporariness
bounce back
move higher
befriend the clouds
and learn
the tricks of drifting
till you
settle finally
in that
heaven....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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