I am truth.

Falling, fumbling, scrabbling, searching

Unknown is my known. 

I fall fast, hit hard 

No longer feeling 

Pure darkness ahead

Sweat of tears 

A past that haunts my nights

The constant cold of winter. 

A voice emerges from above

“I’m here, come back, just talk to me.”

I know that voice; It’s desperate

Why should I listen?

The light above is small 

What if it hurts? 

I feel weak, can I go back?

Light fills me as I find my hands hold and pull me up

I approach the top

Find the climb easier

Light overtakes the shadows

Blinding light washes over me 

I know who I am 

I am strength.

I am forgiving.

I am happiness. 

I am truth.