Writing in Cadence

I’ve fallen down so many times that it doesn’t seem worthwhile to put the energy into getting back up and I know I’m a mess and I know I need rest and I know I just need to take a step in any direction for there to be progress, but I’m fine with simply sitting in this pile of pain and sadness, deeply pressing myself further into a hole while I hope someone will come and put a cover on my coffin, but instead you walk in and pull back the curtains to push back the darkness with the light of your smile while you hold me and say, “We’ll get through this together,” and suddenly I feel better and remember that the way out of the hole that I dug for myself is to climb up and stand tall enough to meet the world head on knowing that I’m not going to face it alone anymore, because you care enough to pick me up when I fall down.