Poet13's Blog

I fell out of the sky fell from a womb of clouds onto a bed of nails
fell through the cracks in love into the arms of strangers
fell from my own good graces well short of my ideals
someone dropped me someone caught me stood me upright
removed their hands from my shoulders to see if I could stand on my own
mostly I did.

Take it as it comes and give as good as you get
it’s a tactic not a strategy useful for brief skirmishes in the trenches
even hobbled a fallen angel must thence become a warrior
or else arrive with well laid plans hidden deep within a tangled heart
you are lost only until you find another way
mostly I do.