Trip, Fall

I daily walk a narrow road,

Try not to carry two-days' load.

Don't be mean or mad or crass,

Avoid the pitfalls in the grass.

Trip, fall,

Tumble down.

Faceplant in the dirt.

It may not be my body

But my spirit that's been hurt.

Tripping up like every day,

Greet the morning, forget to pray,

Look in the mirror and forget my face,

Can't keep up with my own pace.

Trip, fall,

Tumble down.

Stumble in my walk.

I can't keep apace sometimes,

No, can't even talk the talk.

I'm a big clunky machine

Throwing up a thick smoke screen.

Don't look past my passable mask

To the acid in my soul's flask.

Trip, fall,

Tumble down.

Let anger boil up.

Not far beneath this fair façade,

I'm drinking rage from a gold cup.

Broken is my spirit,

And I'm terrified to hear it.

Oh God, please save me from me.

I have got to be set free.

Trip, fall,

Tumble down.

Pull me out of the mire.

Renew my soul with purity.

Ignite in me your fire.

Turn fury to compassion,

To your good light tightly fasten.

Guard my mouth and guide my heart.

Set me up, again I start.

Trip, fall,

Miss my step,

But I do not loose my way.

You don't ditch me with myself.

Your mercies are new every day.

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Kimberlee Long, August 22nd, 2023

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