{"id":95017,"date":"2021-06-26T17:54:33","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:54:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95017"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:58:38","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:58:38","slug":"this-too-shall-pass-hour-9-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/this-too-shall-pass-hour-9-3\/","title":{"rendered":"This Too Shall Pass (Hour 9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><b>This Too Shall Pass<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">By: LuvMiFreely<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">(Hour 9)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The world has been sitting on my shoulders<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I feel my posture dragging<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m often told I have to pick myself up<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0They don\u2019t know how often I pick up the pieces<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But every shattered piece cuts me<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So I rather leave them on the ground<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Every time a wound heals\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Something replaces the pain<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Until I become numb<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m told that I\u2019m strong<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">They fail to notice that I\u2019m weak in my stance<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But God holds me up when I\u2019m at my weakest<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The world knocks me down<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I throw in the towel<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He throws it back<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Tells me to wipe my tears<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Stands me back on my feet<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Then He gloves up and takes on my battles<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So although my flesh wants to give in<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My spirit reminds me that I\u2019m built in his image\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">This too shall pass\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Too Shall Pass By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 9) The world has been sitting on my shoulders I feel my posture dragging I\u2019m often told I have to pick myself up \u00a0They don\u2019t know how often I pick up the pieces But every shattered piece cuts&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1307,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95017","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95017","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1307"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95017"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95017\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95104,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95017\/revisions\/95104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95017"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95017"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95017"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}