As my eyes begin to focus
On the dim light from above
A dark sense of familiarity sets in
"Again, huh?"
I couldn't feel my legs
But I could see them
Twisted and broken
Destroyed from the fall
The pain didn't come at first
The pit was too narrow
But, like a flash of lightning
It came, and settled in
I begin to cry
I begin to wail
I cry so hard
That I quickly lost my voice
Why?
Why did I fall again?
Though I had managed to climb so high
I fell further than before
I don't want to move
I don't want to go on
With my cold free hand
I hug myself to sleep
I don't know how long I've been here
Minutes? Days? Months? Or even years?
Through my painful discomfort
I find...comfort…
I find comfort in my disfigured joints
With the inability to move
With the small amount of musty, damp air
And the toxic dark shadows that accompany me
My eyes have gotten used to the dark
I forget the feeling of the sun's heat
I don't remember the scent of fresh air
All I know...is this…
Then came the itch
Not one that I can scratch
Not one that I can will away
It just...continues to bother me
I ignore it, or at least try
The more I ignored it
The louder it becomes
...Louder…?
The sound of the slight wind
The noise of others walking above me
They sounded happy…
They sounded...free…
I begin to realize how tight everything felt
How painful everything was
How did I expect to live here?
Why was I ok with living like this?
I look up, through proving difficult
It looked so far away
I stretched my hand towards the small dot of light
It felt so close...yet so far
I try to move my legs
I try my hardest to move
Instead of moving up
I crumble further down
I begin to feel defeated
I feel it worm it's way down to my core
Tears fill my eyes
All I want to do is cry
Everything felt so uncomfortable
So unbearably uncomfortable
I begin to hyperventilate
I cannot breathe…
I cry harder and harder
Until I drown myself in the salty mix
How will I survive?
I am going to die!
I don't know how long I am crying for
I can feel a pool begin to form beneath me
I will die under the weight of this defeat
I will be crushed by my neverending list of failures
Just as I was allowing myself to fall back into darkness
Something hit me across the head
With my tired free hand I grab it
I feel a small, smooth wooden stick
A stick? Just a stick?
Not a rope or a hand?
Just as I begin to question it, I heard a voice
"Get yourself out of there"
'Get myself out of here?' I asked myself
How could I?
It was so hard, so painful
It was damn near impossible
"Get yourself out of there!"
"Only you can do it"
Voices began to pour into the small pit
Surrounding me in a warm comfort
I felt their warmth enter me
Comforting me in ways I've forgotten
A strength began to build within me
One I never knew I had
With the wooden stick in hand
I stab the moist Earth beside me
I pull myself up
The weight of my body brings me nowhere
But I don't give up
I cannot give up
I refuse to die here
I will fight to get myself out...
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