I always thought that being knocked down is the hardest part of a downfall.
I'm wrong.
It's nothing compared than to pick yourself up back with the wounds still bleeding.
With the thought of failing again and again lingering in your mind because I will.
I will fall again and again and each time it becomes harder to rise up.
Because with every fall, the scar keeps increasing leaving so little space in the heart.
The wounds may be healed but the scars are permanent.
The scars are there, taunting me everytime I thought that this time will finally be mine.
But no.
I fall again and it hurts more because
of the hope.
Falling is one thing but being crushed with my own hope?
The pain is another whole thing.
People who went through it and survived, they're not only strong.
They are brave.
To try again and again despite knowing that they'll fall back.
They fought back with heads held high and faced whatever lives threw at them.
Fighting back the voice.
They are living.
-naiorim
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