Popular Insecurity

The wall I once sat on
Looks taller down here.
I don’t think I’ll ever–never put together–get up again.

At once, I set high standards
And sat on high places,
Shifted around and slipped between tough spaces.
The fall down was bearable,
But, the impact? Pain.

All that remains is regret graven on face;
Something that ink cannot compete with,
Something that, as human, stays with.

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