the path to brokenness

i wonder sometimes
if it's worth it
to plant my life down here
the depths below can be
a lonely place
i rest down here with
empty hands
nothing to cling to,
 that i can take pride in
no ability, no strength to
call my own
the unpaved path of humility
is a difficult road to
walk
and i too often find myself tripping
smashing my knees
into hard jagged rocks
of failure and pride,
i don't think i am able enough
ti even be down here
it's easier up at the surface
where not
as much is
demanded.
down here,
the dirt floor,
the small, unglamorous,
where half the time i am crawling
instead of walking