My Fickle feet failed Sprawled out on the floor
In Stumbling Grace,
I fall flat on my face
Bruised Knees and busted lip
I want to abandon my own sinking ship,
One that’s been sinking for a while,
but all I can do is bear a fake smile
A smile that comes with a string I can wrap around my face,
So, nobody sees what
I truly have to face
In the mirror or a puddle,
It’s something I always try to muddle
Whether it be with my feet or arms to eliminate that sad image
Yet deep within, a fire still burns,
A longing for peace, a lesson to learn,
To shed the mask, the weight I carry,
And find strength within, so I’m not wary.
The ship may sink, but I won’t drown,
I’ll gather the pieces that have fallen down,
With every bruise, a step towards light,
To break the cycle, to end the fight.
It’s okay to stumble, to show what’s real,
To let others in, to truly heal,
For in vulnerability, strength is found,
A chance to rise above, unbound.
So let the fake smile gently fade,
Embrace the journey, unafraid, From the wreckage,
I’ll reclaim my grace, and with honest eyes, I’ll find my place.
-Donia
