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Feet Don’t Fail Me Now

April 4, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

through every cheer and jeer
feet don’t fail me now,
I can see the end is near
feet don’t fail me now,

through the marsh and mud
feet don’t fail me now,
through the tears and blood
feet don’t fail me now,

through the quicksand and valleys
feet don’t fail me now,
through the ravines and alleys
feet don’t fail me now

through the love and hate
feet don’t fail me now
through the trials that I face
feet don’t fail me now

through my strides to become great
feet don’t fail me now
through every right and wrong that I create
feet don’t fail me now

through the darkness, in search of some light
feet don’t fail me now
through my weakened states still summoning might
feet don’t fail me now

through taunts and abuses of power
feet don’t fail me now
through every minute that feels like an hour
feet don’t fail me now

though every prejudice and stereotype
feet don’t fail me now
through every pain that squeezes every bit of me inside
feet don’t fail me now

through the longing for my sons
feet don’t fail me now
through every subtraction and plight to overcome
feet don’t fail me now

I don’t want this
I didn’t ask for this
strength is only an illusion of moments put together
where I come out standing
as opposed to lying prone
to the gravity of life
and the road of redemption I trek
is high and rocky
and I am weary
but as I began to sink and fall
I felt my feet being lifted and my body transported to the everlasting finish line of promise and purpose
my feet became my team
they picked me up, from where I left off
so that I would know no failure, only respite
I realized at that moment
this road I walked, this journey I trekked-
wasn’t endured alone no longer
though I face my own trials
I don’t face them alone
because my triumph is in that I have more than two feet
and I had to fall to realize that I wouldn’t hit rock bottom again
because the ground is now hands and hearts
that are here, with me
and are there, needing me
so how can I fail, when I, is We
We BlackSheep Flocks and Shepards
Thank You.

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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