Yet the wind tries to push me down,
To hunch low, retreat into my coat of thoughts.
Grit stings my eye, blurring the world.
...no one catches me
I fall hard, awkwardly,
And the pavement bites my palms,
Burns my knee, the armor of faith groans.
Heart pounds hard, frustrated and mad.
...no words of comfort
I rise slow, carefully,
From your lips, a memory, whispers “strength,”
Warming sun, touches my salty cheek.
You are with me but not here.
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