down for the count

down for the count

they never said getting back up was easy. no one ever said that.

they never even said you had to.

no one necessarily even offered you their hand to pull you up. each time you fell, the ground seemed a little harder than before, the pain a little longer. Each time you looked up from down there, the world seemed a little higher than before, a little out of your reach. But you kept getting back up hoping that you'd walk a little further finding the one who wouldn't make you hurt.