Today I told myself to just do it ... it could have been alot worse than it is but has been falling apart. Anyways I thought introducing someone might helpme stay committed because I love to write Ill make sure to post some more poetry
Walk Trip Fall
Some trip and find themselves nowhere.
Some tripand fall named doomed,
these are the ones who fall without measure,
fall without hope.
Far and wide they wander,
tripping endlessly,
until they are no longer looping,
but descending.
Not a cycle, a cliff.
No return,only the deep end.
Children of the lost and fallen.
Some trip and walk.
These answer to something else,
strength, courage, a quiet resilience.
They fall, yes, but not blindly.
Their journeys differ in length,
but carry the same weight.
For when they reach the cliff,
they do not leap again.
They turn.
They choose another path
before they are truly lost.
Some walk trip fall and repeat.
The fiends.
The blind, one might say,
yet not without sight,
only without direction.
The deep end calls to them,
and they answer again and again
airborne by habit not by fate.
And yet this is the paradox
They can walk that is their gift
and their curse.
A double edged existence,
to fall but still have the option to rise.
A loop that feels like a rollercoaster
but is closer to a cage.
Still the moment they choose to walk again
that moment is everything.
A person’s walk can be ordinary
or absurd, straight
or broken beyond recognition.
But I do not judge a person
by why they trip.
I judge them by what they do with it
Because in the end
the fall does not separate us
the response does.
Where the selfish the cowards and the defiant
finally part ways.
Yet again I find myself here
And do I face a choice or a result.
And I have a choice.