Ever stumbled on the path
On a stone so insignificant
That it might have been a speck of dust
Only to find the very foundation of your world shaken
And the ground ripped from beneath your feet
For a second you feel you're flying
Then the earth comes up to meet you
And you lie bruised and battered
Your pride broken
And your blood staining
The sand beneath your fingers
As they grasp for some purchase
Some promise
That things will be okay
That you will stand up
And keep on walking
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