Most Beautiful Fall

Another morning you wake, to climb life's mountain today. You struggle the way up, the exact same way in shame. Destination to the top. There is no such place. The cold wind sets you back. With chills of reality. Your rope is hung up, heart's familiar dishonest trust. Should you stay another cold day? Risking your future, what should've happened. Or cut yourself loose, chancing of failing again perhaps.. But failing to climb up even higher. Further beyond the long gone past. Could land you into the arms, of God's angel. Who catches your fall in the wind. Is life at its most beautiful.