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[my_lil_icequeen]

I keep falling down,

and I’m not sure why.

I lose my balance.

- I try so hard to keep my eyes on the horizon

and place my feet with

care.

But still, I trip.

I find myself toppling, crashing dizzily to the floor in slow-motion,

and nuzzling the pavement with my nose.

I used to cry at grazed knees

- as a child I would howl as the blood dripped,

and the grit rubbed under my skin.

Now I am too old to cry, I must pick myself up instead.

And pretend that I am ok, that I do not mind tumbling to the ground,

again.

But it is hard to write with shredded palms

- and knees that are too rough.

It’s dangerous to lift your head to the sky,

when your feet are too tangled to get you where you want to be

- and might land you on your front

staring at the cracks instead.