Falling From Grace
Watch I fall and get back up
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 12 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
Falling From Grace
Once I stood.
In light.
Chosen.
Crowned.
But grace slips.
It falls.
It breaks.
I reached too far.
I trusted too much.
Now whispers follow.
Now eyes grow cold.
Falling is storm.
It is silence.
It is ruin.
Yet ruin frees.
I rise without praise.
I stand without mask.
Grace was borrowed.
Truth is mine.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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