Tripped By The Fall – Day 116, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Trip and fall,
Trip and fall,
Trip and fall!
I’ve done more times than I can count.
But,
Air still flows through my flaring nostrils forcing my chest to rise,
With a hope impenetrable by,
Sticking to a plan made for me by a God who’s shown me more love,
Than,
Any friend ever would while dripping blood,
From wounds they’ve cut open.
When push comes to shove,
I never know what to do besides filling in a blank page with a story told in,
Footsteps I drag if I have to.
On days where energy is scarce from a battle,
Against my own flesh.
What else can I do as a torn soul left for dead?
Because,
I refuse to die until the day I’m told to lay in a casket,
By Lord of the Sky.
As much as others want me gone,
I’m,
Too grateful for a life I was given for a reason I will find,
No matter what cost I must pay.
Even,
If there is no reason at all,
But,
To trust what will always be bigger than,
I…