When I fell...
I coveted the experience.
Oh yes.
And with a doing I did not expect.
I became possessive.
Caring less if another had done this.
And for what it seems to have been minutes,
I just laid there to dare to feel embarrassed.
I didn't.
When I fell to fall to find myself,
Facing the ground...
I knew it was then I found the true meaning,
Of what a getting back onto my own feet meant.
Since when I fell from a stumble to be humbled by it,
There was nothing to prevent me,
From making excuses to delude the happening.
I fell to get up to move on!
With a doing to remember I fell to fall for a reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Exceptional write Lawrence, and the beauty of this poem is in its uncanny nature of being alive. Leaping out from its binary prison, and exploding within our souls, the injection of much needed hydrogen which the core of our star is fast running out of. Thank you for gifting this write.