Slipping and Falling
I once slipped and then fell in love.
I lost my grip on reality.
It felt poetic and good,
Only to later feel a sort of pain.
I once slipped and fell down on ice.
I lost my grip on humility.
Tried learning to skate,
Only to end up crying and quitting.
I once slipped and fell onto dirt.
I lost my grip on mood.
Gotten easily back up,
Only to be laughed at.
Slip and fall, at least I stand tall.
I slipped and fell,
Yet now from experiences of falling down
I know myself so well.
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