This Is Where We Meet

There is nothing I can ever do to make myself appear like I have it all together. I’ll watch myself crumble. Every time I try it gets harder to get it right. Good motives I have kissed goodbye to sell the product not the life.

You still see me as a fallen entity, grasping what I can’t attain by myself, it’s all on display. Give me a second try that I don’t deserve, failing is part of my life but it’s what I choose. Do I want to make things right or get caught up in the spiral that tears my life apart?

Not on my own I’ll give up every time. I am so frail, progress is hard to find. I can’t remain in this state where I fall away, it’s haunting, it’s blaming, it crushes me. Can I be restored? Where I don’t hurt? Where mistakes are forgotten? Given a second try to make things right?

I’m breaking down, is this my fate? You have held me up for so long but still I disappoint. Your love never fails; it’s my choice that comes between all You have planned for me.

Forgive my failures; they are too much to take on, too much to swallow. I can’t stand on my own, I will always fall. I can’t do this alone, a never ending cycle that causes me to stumble and give up what I long for. I don’t deserve to make this right, I failed, I lost, this is where we meet.