Fallen

Every day we fall
a little further.
From Grace we fall
away from all
the comfort in the
shadows under God.
Every day we grow
just a little bit
uglier. Closer to
the Other One we go
laughing with open
arms.
Sinners united in
petulance.
Comedians united in
grief.

I am not
happy here in my skin.
I am not the way
I was intended to be.
You are not
as God hoped either.
Slowly rotting apples
falling from
a dying tree.
But as we fall
and rush towards
the dirt and the trough.
At least let's fall together.
And hope that'll be enough.