Stumble

Your misery's a symphony,

your thoughts a disaster.

It's a cattle prod grenade,

this sorrow serenade,

yet I trip as I swallow

and break through the marrow.

My soul's sometimes deep

and other times shallow.

Vexed and confused

as I float in refuse.

I'm lost and I'm reeling

from all that I'm feeling.

And I stumble - on - my - words

Yes I stumble - on - my - words

Sometimes mumble through the world

Or simply - stumble - on - my - words

A Schindler chin

that can hold all within.

Decisions and duties

that battle for the beauty

Of a victorious nod

that claims all as God,

getting lost and withdrawn

a selfish night without dawn.

I'm thinking and stealing

from memories revealing,

at times lost and confused,

or dazed and amused.

And I stumble - on - my - words

Yes I stumble - on - my - words

But I smile

get up

learn

grow

Dust myself

And move on.

Even if on occasion

I stumble on my words.