Each Time I fall

The Quiet Art Of Rising

Not again… and why?
Eyes closed, lips curling.
I do, and just sigh;
Like a brief fling’s sting.

The familiar hurt,
Reassuring times;
Perhaps it ends curt—
Fate tolls cruel chimes.

All eyes fixed on me,
Feeling bones and brain,
Searching dignity,
All gone is the pain.

Up and up again,
Like nothing happened,
Scratches not in vain, 
A life not cautioned.

And I walk and talk,
In Juniper arms,
Look at life, and gawk,
A dude no one harms.

*There is a leaf for each time I fall
 Grows from a tree ten stories high
 I've been a stranger trapped in a miror
 From all of the danger that brought me here

 Juniper Arms
 Adam Torres