WALKING TALL

Watch as I fall 

As I try to walk tall

Feeling so small 

I still chase after it all 

Though the harder I chase

The faster the pace 

And I always lose face 

As long as I chase. 

 

They say 

Things come to those who wait 

But I know this is a continuous debate 

One over your fate 

Or at least of late. 

 

Be still my dear

Things will come to be clear

You are so very near.

But yet I feel so far. 

Hold me steady 

I just don’t feel ready

Weight so so heavy.

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C.J.D

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