Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Falling - Poem 66

You trip.

You slip.

You crumble.

You stumble.

Yes, you fall.

But you will find your feet and stand again.

And you will find your feet many many times over.

How many times have I thought I had found my feet?

More times than I'd like to count.

I keep pushing myself back up,

And be pushed face first into the ground once again.

And I have grown tired.

I don't want to stand anymore.