Directive

You don’t encompass your strength,

you find it when losing will to…

anything.

And are falling…

downward, backward.

Your eyes search the sky?

No drops of rescue,

of hope, flow.

No hands catch

the fall.

The impact will hurt,

damage; may sever…

but you must land.

Bits of soulless reality left,

perhaps, may repair.

O…to stand erect again,

what strength have I?
May I borrow yours?

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I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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