Perhaps I carried more weight than I could bear.
Perhaps I mismanaged the weight,
or I’ve just tried to move ahead too quickly without watching the path.
After each fall, I rise a little damaged,
a little bruised,
a little shaken by the misstep.
My knees in particular, the key movable joints to my personal progress, are scraped, swollen, and sometimes stiffen in protest.
Let’s rethink this, they tell me. Take a minute before going again.
After each fall I