Standing Tall

I have been held in and protected by all

I am still standing, but how?

Is it luck, durability, or blessedness?

I often dispute.

My heart and soul disfigured.

Bewilderment consumes me.

More debilitated each day that passes.

In spite of the fact, I entreat for my old self back.

Only to be roused by the rising sun.

Each new day is a new beginning.

The power of uncertainty is still vivid.

I hold the realization of a new contingency.

Feebleness, enervation, and decrepitude that once decayed my existence,

Consumed my soul, broke my heart and corrupted my mind cease to exist.

I am still held in thy hand, protected through all.

Still standing, but now I fell above it all.

Today I have faith, not a fear of the fall.

Today I can stand tall in spite of it all.