I slipped and found the bruises beneath my feet. The damage wasn't in the fall, it was in letting go on repeat just to get back up and walk on these empty, sawdust streets. The fall was full of periods, composed of all your incomplete sentences. The ground held all the broken bones of the broken hearts. The rain drowned the tears, the thunder muffled the screams.
Yet, you found your hands in front of you and your feet on the road. Your fingers kissed your lips as you took your first step from the way down.
On the way down, you find the courage to let go of the things you were strong enough to let in.