I guess I’m falling again.
Falling back into the black pit.
Tumbeling down the rocky wall.
Bruising my body.
Knocking out teaths.
Breaking bones.
Opening wounds that never healed.
It wasn’t me this time.
I swear it’s true.
Honestly! I was thrown.
Thrown by her.
Thrown by my girl.
Thrown without mercy.
And without regret.
I’m getting closer.
Closer to the bottom.
The rocks approach me fast.
I see them fly towards me.
Then suddenly.
Very suddenly, I hit them.
I feel my body crack.
I’m lying on my broken back.
But I’m not dead.
You cannot die here.
Not even if you wanted to.
Death would seem sweet when you’re here.
It’s life that is bitter.
But nobody ever dies here.
The only thing you can do is wait.
Stare at the shred of light far up there.
Wait for your wounds to heal.
Heal just enough to climb.
And then climb.
Climb your way out of this pit.
Climb your way out of misery.
When you’ve climbed out of the pit.
Used all your strength.
And are laying next to the hole.
With your face down in the mud.
You better pray.
Pray that you wont get pushed.
Pushed back into the pit.