Falling Forward Poem by Trevor Schulte

Day after day
I fall flat on my face
relying wholeheartedly
on God's grace
These burdens that trouble me
this pain that stings
pushing me deeper in a whole
burying the hope I cling
All I tend to do
in these horrifying situations
is approach it nervously
adding more complication
Oh, I hear this remorsing sound
as I continue to pound
this guilted stake
deeper in the ground
Falling back
again and again
wallowing in pity
that beats my vein
Must this be the way
in which my life ends
or dare I search an alternative
and seek amends
Can a mere mortal soul
such as myself
seek repentance
pushing wrongs off the shelf
Blessed be the day
when I learn from my mistakes
and uproot this
ever paining, grounded stake
Where opportunity kisses my face
and my wrongs are erased
only to bring me
to a state of eternal embrace
A place where stability
will make me stand tall
where forward be the only way
in which I now fall