Sometimes I fall down, inside of myself.
Unable to get up, or out of the way.
I don’t know what I will trip on,
or what will cause the fall.
But I know I will land, in a hard, loud thump.
My body rejects any efforts of comfort,
and pushes away love and concern.
I am not sure what makes the light fade away,
and allows the darkness to creep in.
I know the pain of trying all too well.
The empty spaces growing,
while the numbness tingles places unknown.
Staying down, too long is not an option.
Pushing my way through the darkness,Β
helps me live again.
Each fall is followed by my rise,
through the darkness, into the light.
With each fall,
I know one thing,
Nothing remains the same.
Sidharth says
Yes sometimes we fall in order rise again as a wiser and stronger version of ourselves. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post, according to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them π
Jessica Aiken-Hall says
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Sidharth says
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Sidharth says
Yes sometimes we fall in order rise again as a wiser and stronger version of ourselves. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post, according to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them π
Jessica Aiken-Hall says
Thank you for your kindness. I will take a look on your site!
Sidharth says
Thank you for respecting my request. ππ
jeshuaschild says
Wow! Just reading this while watching the river flow in a cozy home in Vermont. When those times come for me Iβve learned I need to stop, speak to my higher power, and await the journey back into the light. Today was one of those moments, after I prayed I looked out the window of my friend βs home in Monroe and abald eagle flew into our view doing maneuvers as the sun peaked through the darkened day.
Blessings to you my friend, hope our paths cross soon.
jeshuaschild says
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A cozy home in NH
jeshuaschild says
Wow! Just reading this while watching the river flow in a cozy home in Vermont. When those times come for me Iβve learned I need to stop, speak to my higher power, and await the journey back into the light. Today was one of those moments, after I prayed I looked out the window of my friend βs home in Monroe and abald eagle flew into our view doing maneuvers as the sun peaked through the darkened day.
Blessings to you my friend, hope our paths cross soon.
jeshuaschild says
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A cozy home in NH