I attempt to stand, to raise myself from the ground,
Yet, the ground breaks under me
I fall, flailing hopelessly, attempting to save myself in some way
No hope... I fall and crash, yet, it doesn't hurt?
How could that be...
Something is under me, its a small cushion, Love, Joy, Peace... All radiating under me, keeping me up
Allowing me some hope, not letting me give up and fall.
Slowly i stand, the joy as my foundation...
It holds me, allows me to grow...
Slowly, i push through the ground, allow myself to stand alone...
Anger and hate swarm about me, yet the small amount of kindness keeps me protected.
I feel strangely safe, as if nothing can get to me...
A small breach and the evil swarms in. It rips at my soul, tearing at me, attention to drown me in sorrow
I cry... I burn with pain...
Days pass, months, years... and i still feel pain...
Yet, something pushes the pain away...
How could that be? I had believed myself doomed to sadness.
Yet... I'm lifted up by something... what is it...?
