I lost my naivety
learned what it meant to fall
from the dizzy heights of innocence
to no longer be blind.
too wise before my time
I lost my sense of danger
as I tied myself to the railway line.
The oncoming train
the reality I never anticipated
slammed on its brakes to spare me knowing
what it would be like not to feel
for the rest of my days
I had wasted my prettiest years
on tears, born out of wanderlust.
I had wasted my breath
whispering into the night
lost in fantasy world
with no hope of mending
such fractured dreams, and
I’m a burnt-out shell of a former grace
with the truth etched on my face
I’m a disgrace but isn’t everyone
Now I’m scared of everything
and I think too much, too often
as do you and so does everyone
Maybe there’s grace in surrender
grace in hindsight
grace in surrender to next time around
grace in surrender to being still after all
grace in surrender to the fall.