That is...
By the time I got around to feeling strong enough to save the world...
Strong enough. Wise. Ready...
I fell.
The days would leave me exhausted, without reprise. I would find energy, but only in spurts and breaths.
I had by that time,
Grown tired...
A little too deeply.
So it was, that by the time,
I could finally stand on my own two feet...
I found I couldn't stand anymore at all.
It was a fall.
An invisible one.
As bed became my enemy,
And friend once more,
As I would once again learn;
That all my existence ever is
And has been;
A mere surrendering,
Ever changing,
Ever forming
Tide.
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