Picking Yourself Up

The fact that,

You have to pick yourself up,

Again and again,

Again and yet again,

After each setback,

Each fall,

Each climb,

Each and every day,

And there's no respite,

Because you keep facing,

And running into,

Storms; silent and loud,

Making you wonder,

If everything you do,

Will ever be enough,

Will it ever stop?

Will it ever become easy?

Will you ever not have the need to pick yourself up,

Again and again,

Again and yet again?