Tumbling - Poem by Bobbi Myers
I've paid a price, more times than not
Through life, my cost was high
From bottoms up, then down I fought
At times, too tired to try
Why do I slide on down this hill?
One way is all it goes
You'd think I'd learned my lesson now
Yet, down is all I know
Just to climb up, I'm fighting still
Yet, I can't see the crest
Just as I reach the top I feel
One rock falls, then the rest
Why must I rise to fall once more?
You'd think by now I'd know
Instead of peaking at the top
Rock bottom....here I go!
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