I wake up screaming.
I strive to remember what caused the screams.
When I remember, I strive to forget.
Alas, that mercy is denied me.
Memory is a harsh cruel mistress. She doles out her blessings and her curses in equal portions.
I wash my face, the coldness clearing my head. I will go on. Even if it is only a single step at a time I will go on. I go on! For If I can't...
If I can't...
My eyes stare back, half vacant voids. They speak the true.
The bird that no longer flaps its wings falls to the ground.
Hard, cold, uncompromising. That is the ground. That is my eyes.
That is how my soul must be. I will go on.
I am not afraid of the hight.
I am not afraid of the falling.
I am afraid of the fall itself.