Strength?

I have fallen, fallen right in my face...

Will I ever have the strength to get back up again? Will I ever see light at the end of the tunnel? Will I ever have the courage to lift my head again and stand tall amongst people? Getting back up is a process, it's a process I am learning each day. Each day, I try to face the world with a bold front, to put myself out there and to try to go with the flow. It's not easy. I feel like I'm at the crossroad of a busy junction, where pedestrians crossing left and right, back and forth, while I stand in the middle of it being knocked, pushed, swayed, and bumped. It's easier for me to just fall flat on the ground, rather than trying to make my way out of this mess. Why do I choose to dwell in this pain when there is so much ahead of me? At the verge of giving up, yet, the faintest voice in me whispers words of wisdom, telling it it's all okay...it's just part of the journey. One day, I will get out of this mess. One day, I will feel better. One day, I will smile again. One day, I will love again. One day, I will see light again. One day, I will be bold again.

I live today, and I live strong. I know I need to amplify the voice in me. I need to push myself a little harder on cloudy days like this. No one has told me that it will be easy, at the same token, someone has told me that this too shall pass.

I will continue to pick myself up, that is a pledge to myself...I live now and I live today for I know one day, I will get out of this mess.