We must not allow the demons of life to drag us to the depths
of Tartarus. I’ve been grabbed a hold of
countless times throughout life. I’ve
been dragged feet first, swiftly and forcibly to the edge with a fierce death
grip, making me dangle from my fingertips at the rocky edge.
My fingers are bleeding, I’m clutching with
fear that I’ll lose myself if I give up and let go. I look down below and see a chasm of
nothingness, bringing me chills of doom and defeat. My damaged heart weeps and struggles to
continue beating as my inner strength tries so hard to fuel my mind to ‘change
the nihilism channel’ that it’s fixated on.
My soul needs a renewed surge of energy, a feeding frenzy of positive
vibes.
Through the inner turmoil and commotion, I stop and listen
for a split second. What is that I
hear? I hear cheering and clapping in
the distance. I feel warmth and see
light. Prying my sights from the chasm
below, I focus my view up and away. The
light is soft and sincere, casting shadows of hope and silhouettes of
support. There’s laughter, joking,
smiling, sounds of glasses clinking. I
feel them. I hear them.
My family and friends are all here, both real
and virtual; they toss me a rope that I seize with a hunger. I muster my strength as they anchor with love;
I pull my dangling, pitiful self up and back to my feet. My inner self may be scratched, bruised and bleeding, but I’m
alive. I’m healthy physically and
mentally.
With all these people behind me ... I’m coming for YOU. Roar!
'You held me down, but I got up
Get ready 'cause I had enough
I see it all, I see it now'
-Katy Perry
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