Climbing higher, just to fall
Straight from his hand, I hear the call.
Knowing that I’m far from home
Still with no one, left to roam.
I heed the warnings and turn around,
Just to be pushed to the ground.
Crying, bleeding, sobbing, falling
I start again, on my knees crawling.
Never once looking up
Never expecting a full cup.
But even in the midst of rain
The world was left to me for my gain.
The same hand from which I fell
Brushed off the dirt on me
And brought me to my feet again
And caused all the clouds to spin.
My pain was gone and I was free
Thankful that my soul wouldn’t bleed
written April 28th, 2012
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