The Best I Can

18 Nov

The charming cobbled road makes for a stumbled trip

Looming shadows dance down the path

I climb up and come crashing down

I reach up high and lose my ground

I try to fly but gravity makes sure I’m always earthbound

Hills have been conquered yet many mountains still in sight

Straining. Struggling.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Fighting. Crying.

Fall.

Fall.

Fall.

I’d like to believe hope and salvation are near

Bruised and broken doing the best I can

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