I have fallen. Past tense. I fell so many times I didn't really know how to walk. I just crawled. I scraped by, embedding glass into my hands. The pain becomes so constant it gets hard to describe it. It becomes who you are. Flames stop burning. Needles stop stinging. The world stops being colorful. It's like physically watching everything around you turn into black and white. That's where I spent a lot of my life. On my hands and knees, crying for a sweet release that would never come. I became one with the ground. I became used to the grey and those above me beating me down even more. I rejected the hand to help because I knew it was to further my demise. My slow titanic sink into the ice. I hated existing. I hated everything. I hated me. But that's the thing about bruises. Eventually they fade. So do scars. So many wrongs and eventually you end up someplace right. Those lonely nights weren't all for nothing. Those hours spent bloody and broken weren't time wasted. The battles lost and the nights being spent were for something. There was hope in the night. In my darkest hour came from afar The passionate fire of a burning star She was so sweet and gentle to me I did not know what it was meant to be The face of an angel, beautiful and divine Eyes that looked through everything in time She reached down to give me a hand At first I truly did not understand She showed me love and she showed me grace I cried, an undeserving disgrace It is not by a hand of God But it is from a heart that is fond One day I simply stood up Dirty from the toil and rough She showed me the future, a divine man That would stand before the world again In brightest day, in darkest night My vow is this, to always fight For her I will give all of my might She has become The Brightest Light