Struggle

I remember at some point we were all past help.

Just slowly falling further and further away......

drifting deeper into the dark until we were completely blind.

We were all alone.

Nobody took our hands, or gave us air to stop from drowning.

We were all just alone.........

every one of us.

The only thing that saved us was that we couldn't fall any more.

We finally touched ground, and marched forward in our darkness.

Each and everyone of us was left alone in our own darkness.

We chose it ourselves........

our own darkness to stumble in.

We all know this pain.

Each of us branded with our own mistake, and constant reminder.

We fell alone, tripping over our own feet on purpose.

We continued to fall with no one attempting to save us.

We were all abandoned for our mistakes.

Not until we finally saw that we didn't have to continuously stumble in that darkness did we reach the ladder....... the old, rusty ladder; 

climbed and rusted with the blood of the ones that came before us.

As we ascended, the pegs broke and the ladder wobbled viciously, but we were still alone trying to climb up so desperately.

"I will reach you!!" we each screamed into the darkness.

Our voices carried alone, echoing in our darkness that we created.

We struggled up that ladder so long that we eventually forgot how to climb back down.

We could no longer descend.

After us, many will fall.......

but we, and they after, will always find our, and their own, way to the top...... alone

Alone we fall, with no one attempting to save us; and alone we climb that treacherous ladder.

Even now we're still climbing alone. 

Even after all these years I'm still climbing.

I, alone; 

her, him, even more than that.

We, for a long, long time, 

but we all decided that our own arm, our own legs, will pull us back up to the top.

We, and they, never got help.

Alone........

Everyone will, and have fallen......

And every single one has been, and will, climb back to the top, forever.

Even after our hands are bloody and blistered;

even after our arms have become tired and worn to the point where we wish they'd fall off;

even after our feet have been imprinted with the shape of the pegs of that rusty, bloody, breaking ladder;

and our legs seem as though they will forever be stuck in that awkward, uncomfortable position,

we will always continue to climb. 

All of us alone........