I was afraid I would fail. Fall arms flailing. Feeling nothing. Fleeing the clips of heartstrings.
You knew you would sooner fall. Carried away from hearth before you had all your say.
You prayed. Thankful for every new day. For friends and gifts unweighed.
You spoke. Gentle words that still provoked. Strength to rise above life’s yoke.
I’m ready. To fall and fear no fail. To feel the pain. To get up. To find another way.
–For Nevender
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