I keep on falling….

Chasing money till my roots grew old without a pass in the shadows
Medullar oblingata my breathe has gone stoccata
Into the deep where the river stopped flowing
Life stopped for me but it continued for you
Was I too selfish to protect me from thee or pretend like we never existed between the thick air that clouded our conversations
I too wrestled the fight between sin and temptation and wanted freedom
But I had to be free, I needed to be me, I need to be me
Im sorry that I was prematurly innocent
If only I knew how, I would express my deepest sympathies

If there is a word I say too often its im sorry; the greatest phase that follows after is maturity. I was thinking back on a friendship I decided to let go of years ago and I will say that it was painful and looking back I could have done something which i know now that i didn’t know then. It was hard because I cared for the person but I realised that it was a toxic friendship that would suck me dry.  Some losses we should count as blessings whether its financial, emotional or physical. We must all learn from baby steps that falling is due to being weak and to be strong we must risk falling again and again. Why do I say sorry alot? Because I fall alot, in fact daily but I still dust of off my feet and keep on going.

Inspiration….old friends




Published by Surafi KB

Jesus, Jazz & Coffee

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