I’m afraid I have had a slip.

Slipped right over the lip.

The lip I built for myself to protect from the worst.

I never thought I would need more.

Ending up on my back staring at where I just was.

I have been here before and will be here again.

Climbing back up is always the worst.

The bigger the lip, the more I have to work.

What was supposed to help me can so quickly become a hindrance.

So, for a time I act more careful.

Until my guard falls.

I lose my footing again.

I slip over the lip again.