Do you mean to tell me I have stumbled?
I was only using every resource in reach to walk.

That should earn something; You.

The Potter knows his clay better than that clay knows its purpose once it’s a cup.

And yet, you’ve set a placemat for me
Plates, cups,
A seat at a feast I couldn’t sneak into
Stumbling over this rock is my invite to a feast of all feasts
Forgive me for looking at the dishes before me, asking why they’re a cup and plate
Shame can’t touch me here,
As I stumble and fall
This is one trip I must make
Like a 13 year old girl whose feet flounder in a cafeteria
Even her own friends laugh
For she tripped over her own two feet