The rug was pulled out

pulled out from under me I say.

The force was so hard

so hard it took my breath away.

It hurts that it’s gone

gone when I wanted it to stay.

But if I stay focused

stay focused on what I lost this way

I will never stand

never stand come what may.

So I’ll get a new rug

a new rug to stand on today.

© 2012 ck’s days

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