And just like that, you to believe again;
We’ve all been there. That point where things fall apart, & your heartbreak starts.
It’s like falling in a deep dark hole, not knowing the way back to the light, and so lost.
Day by day, that hole feels deeper and darker. This darkness takes over and diminishes our light. We lose hope, we lose that courage; and we envy the naivete we once carried that gave us all our strength, our confidence, and our joy
The darkness became a part of me, not knowing how a spark can appear that lights me up again. All I hear is a loud voice in my head that reminds me: There is no one there to bring you a latter, no one there to bring you a rope, no one there to save you.
It’s just me, in my dark hole, surrounded by dirt.
Is this it? Is this life? Am I here simply to exist?
then I hear a soft, quiet, and distant but distinct voice in my head:
No.
The question is, will I listen?
not at first. not after that. not for a while.
But that voice is there; and it won’t go away. Leaving me lost and stuck in my thoughts. On one end, I’m just afraid of digging a deeper hole?
But I also need to get rid of this guilt of standing still that this quiet voice is bringing on.
So, I dig my hand and feet into that dirt, and slowly start climbing, not knowing where the top is, or how far I must go. Just like a kid, learning how to walk. One small step at a time.
Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot,
I go further, and further, but still no light, or spark in sight.
Frustrated, I yell and scream before standing still again.
“Just a little more?” says the quiet voice in your head.
Right foot, left foot, right…
I stop and hear something from above. It’s as if a lid opens and a glimpse of light shines down on me.
I start climbing faster. I hear a voice now and see a hand reaching out.
I grab a hold of it and get pulled out of my dark hole.
“How long have you been down there, are you okay?”
I respond by saying I never thought I’d see light again. I’m okay, all thanks to you.
“I’ve been down that hole before, I understand how scary it is down there, and how hard it is to start that climb. I’m happy I was here, I’m happy to see you smile” – says the helping hand.
We hug and feel like one; connected, understood, heard, and seen.
The soft and quiet voice turns joy, and what used to be loud starts to quiet down.
The helping hand goes one way, and I go the other. We don’t know if we’ll meet again, but we know that feeling will last forever.
Is this it? Is this life? Am I here simply to exist?
No – except this time this voice is loud, and proud.
Darkness stays, and can last forever, but if you climb, light can fill that darkness so quickly.
That’s why I say: just like that, I believe again.