Ever stumbled on the path

On a stone so insignificant

That it might have been a speck of dust

Only to find the very foundation of your world shaken

And the ground ripped from beneath your feet

For a second you feel you’re flying

Then the earth comes up to meet you

And you lie bruised and battered

Your pride broken

And your blood staining

The sand beneath your fingers

As they grasp for some purchase

Some promise

That things will be okay

That you will stand up

And keep on walking

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