Restless Days

It isn’t the fall that breaks us.

It’s standing too long on ground that never settles.

When the days keep shifting,

when nothing holds still long enough to breathe,

hope doesn’t leave in a storm...

it slips away quietly,

tired of waiting for a safe place to land.

Faith isn’t lost because life is hard.

It fades when rest is postponed,

when even sleep listens for trouble,

and tomorrow never quite arrives.

All anyone asks, really,

is a moment where the body believes

it can stop bracing.

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