"Prone to Fall"

A selection from one anthology

Born to crawl

only once a miracle

elevated us...

to pick ourselves up and walk.

If only by these bootstraps

these harnesses that buckle us...

when we jump with eagle eyes

we fly for dear life.

In a world where where there would be reverence

for heights scaled

we would still thrive

soaring on our laurels

and complacency wouldn’t be a vice

but an enduring promise to all...

We’d never be prone to fall.

Aspirations so unrealized they were never defined;

situations arise remedied by new design,

Evolution by necessity led us through detours;

flying by the seats our pants all these years.

Applauded for being willful, obsession becomes ritual.

So the unforeseen destination

could never fulfill when it propelled my anger

when my bitterness was my only weapon.

I shut out the external - reached the pinnacle of no return.

We may have been born to crawl

but only being human

made me prone to fall

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