Will I Fall

My questions, I answer. 
They ring with self doubt.
Will I lose my grip,
If I should trip, fall down? 

Same answers, I question.
Always never so sure.
If I fall from my grace,
is it just what I deserved?

The answers and questions,
Swirling round from below. 
When it affected my courage?
So very long ago. 

Answers, Questions
Minds never cease.
Question yourself
Find inner peace.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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March 17, 2017 at 2:30 AM
James, I think we are always falling and getting back up at the same time, or, said another way, just somewhere in the middle. To be happy there is to find peace.
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