Free-falling from the garden,
And my soul begins to harden.
Guilt pulls me down like a lead balloon.
Head in the stars and eyes on the moon.
Faster… Faster… Faster…
Heading for utter disaster.
Hitting rock bottom is a deafening defeat.
Laying busted, broke and completely beat.
Crumpled in a mess, feeling undone.
That’s when I see one ray of the sun.
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Beautifully written! 🖤