but i claw my way back up

gravity

takes

me

down.

ears

ringing,

silence

abound.

Get 

Up. 

Get Up.

Get Up.

Get Up. 

a mantra

a fighting chant,

with that

i claw my way

back up.

fingers gripping

the ground a leverage

i push against,

grapple

my way

to standing.

 

the light?

(where is it?)

i panic

i feel blinded

deaf ,

pain-

excruciating.

my knees and

palms scratched

red.

 

the battle to keep going

an infinite crest

to be a survivor

and conquer,

an exhausting

quest.

but i claw my way back up,

because without the trauma,

who am i?

 

 

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