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I try to keep in thought that their is a plan but today it is hard. Today I am weak. Today I am fallen and feel forgotten. I am bloody from trying to crawl but today it rains. I've lost sight of the goal. I feel like laying my head on the pavement. Like letting the rains wash me away. I lay here out of breath and almost out of life. I close my eyes.
A small fire of strength. It is of Faith. It shoots though me.
I know I can only lay here so long. Then I will have to get up. For this race isn't about me, and its far from over. No matter the size of my stride. I know he will guide my steps. I know deep inside that I have not been forgotten, but for now I will lay here and rest. I will let the rain wash my wounds. So I may rise up once more, and move forward.