Sometimes I fall down, inside of myself.
Unable to get up, or out of the way.
I don’t know what I will trip on,
or what will cause the fall.
But I know I will land, in a hard, loud thump.
My body rejects any efforts of comfort,
and pushes away love and concern.
I am not sure what makes the light fade away,
and allows the darkness to creep in.
I know the pain of trying all too well.
The empty spaces growing,
while the numbness tingles places unknown.
Staying down, too long is not an option.
Pushing my way through the darkness,
helps me live again.
Each fall is followed by my rise,
through the darkness, into the light.
With each fall,
I know one thing,
Nothing remains the same.