Finding Footing

There was a time
when life was
all upward trajectory.
When the future
was a clear destination.
Now I am slipping,
falling, failing
to secure footing.
trying to take
the next step,
but always a beat off.
Losing the rhythm
with fogged vision
obscuring my horizon.

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