Fortitude from Fortitude by Ian Cooke

Heed the moves you know you need to make to get the
Leaves to grow so we can breathe. Don’t want the round to break.
The life to live is the kind in which you’re given what you give,
Filled with color and labor’s fruit to the brim.

Enough gut fire to persist without recoil,
No day will pass without victory.
Waking with immortal fortitude to toil,
the feeble sloth has been delivered a valedictory.

Tonight begins another cycle of the tide-master.
Mark where you are on the way to the summit. Log the climb.
Walk on the road. Walk faster.
Run to get the most out of the time.

Some days go by faster than we can seize and use them.
Try to not let this happen. It’s not good to lose them.

You aren’t a failure if you fall off of your horse.
No need to beat yourself up, you know.
Don’t get incapacitated with remorse.
Get on up, shake it off, pick up where you left off and go.

Make haste and get yourself resettled in the saddle.
Too long a respite will destroy any progress you have made.
Pace, pedal, pump or paddle.
Atrophy is tricky to evade.

Some days go by faster than we can seize and use them.
Try to not let this happen. It’s not good to lose them.

Heed the moves you know you need to make to get the
Leaves to grow so we can breathe. Don’t want the round to break.
The life to live is the kind in which you’re given what you give,
Filled with color and labor’s fruit to the brim.

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