Falling from Grace

When I came here

I wore Crowns of Great Sorrow

Wounded

Lordship over what!

Left to Rebuild

Each brick falling through my fingers like Sand

Desperate

Every movement Frantic

A Madman clinging to his Sanity

Building his “Fortitude of Solitude”

Falling from Grace……

A single Spark guides me Now

Lighting my Way

I call  it Hope……

Retracing the Steps of Those Who Have gone on Before Me

An Exhausting,”Always Forward”

Looking back now, to see where I have been

I Realize, that It Was Not I Who has Fallen from Grace……

It Is Grace that has Risen to Me

-Bay-

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