The Falling

I've fallin'
So far
Too far
Down
No help
No people
Nobody
Alone
As usual
So it's easy
No
It's not
I think
I know
I can climb out this hole
Alone
Yet I keep failing
Thus I keep falling
Deeper and deeper
The higher I try to climb the farther I fall
Wondering where is the bottom
I refuse to stop climbing
Arrogance is my drive
Will is my drive
So....
I climb
Alone
My fingers are tattered from the rigid walls.
They bleed
They bleed continuously
My hand slaps the rigid wall
Leaving the last imprint
Before
I
Fall
The hands continue to reach out to help
I continue to refuse
Then
I realize.....
I still never actually hit the bottom
Hands
Hands of loved ones held me up the whole time
Never once letting me crash
No life ending fall
No life altering collision
Then I start to climb
Not using my hands but the hands of loved ones
The hands that care
The hands that created and shaped my being
And as I rise
I uplift them also
Bringing them out of the hole created for me
Bringing them to the top as I am.
For without them I would have died in the bottom