Sometimes We Are Beautiful

Break my fall again-every time that I stumble. This is me reaching out, this is us being tested. I confess to you that my doubt has weakened me; I am almost defenseless. And though my steps may falter I still have eyes to see. I need you now more tha

This pace is staggering me. Never stopping-ever wandering. Atrophy prevails. Our days are numbered, our seasons fleeting. How many days, how many waking hours, sleepless nights-have been spent wishing you had the strength to rise above what cripples