Because when you fell, you didn't just fall.
It wasn't graceful. It wasn't serene.
Nothing about it was pleasant, dignifying,
honorable.

It was a tangled pulsing thunder that ended in a silent scream.
Rumbles of disgrace.
Tremors of fear.
Echoing humiliation.
Tears bleeding shame.

But the clock...
Life is moving on.
Handfuls of broken glass, shift through the past.
Streaming red, stinging, lost - now which way?

With a bruised heart and battered knees, pick yourself up. It's time now - breathe.