Falling

Falling had been easy, natural.

Climbing back would be the tough thing.

Climbing back to the life before you, to let life go on as if you never interrupted, that's what's tough.

All those things I've forgotten to forget, they are the ones pulling me back, dragging back into the pitch black valley where my sun had left.

My hands are covered with blood as I try to climb, to heave myself up. My eyes are covered by a layer of ice after the cold reality froze my tears.

Stark reality. Too painful to grasp, but time made it possible.

I am getting stronger.

Maybe I should have worked this out much much earlier, but I was blinded. My eyes couldn't adjust to the dark and only now do I see.

But it doesn't matter. It's all over.

It had been a deep fall, so there would be a long journey ahead to get back up.