Such a horrible place to fall from.
We try to walk the tightrope, weaving our dreams together with each passing step.
But something always seems to sever the cord. Our friends, our family, our fears, and random events we could never have seen coming. Accidents. Mistakes we predicted, but made anyway.
And now we are left to clamber back up that ladder. Our demons are chasing us at our heels, reaching to snatch away whatever strips of hope we are left wearing on our sleeves.
I pray every day that the next fall will be easier, and the ascent faster....it has to, because I know my armor won't protect me forever.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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falling from grace means you have it in you. i don't think it goes away, even if you lose track of it for a while.
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