The fall, in itself, can be so painstakingly long and drawn out so why is it that getting back up is the hardest part.

Fighting to shield your soul from the pain of that impact, desperately trying to spare yourself from bearing  witness as the pieces of your life chaotically fly apart.

My castle is my safe Haven  and at the same time, this my fortress ,stifles so many parts of me  behind its imposing walls of stone.

I find solace in my  sequestration, able to hide from this cold world, but at what cost, I wonder as I sit shivering upon my lonely throne.

The sound of the words that failed to escaped my lips is  echoing with deafening force throughout these empty halls.

For this moment, however, I must find the courage to rise again , I tell myself at some point everyone, even the strongest warrior eventually falls.