Broken. 

What none of us want to be, but all of us become.

 

It inevitably sneaks up on us and

BAM!

Attacks us head-on

both up close with sword and from afar with gun.

We often don't realize it's there until

the beautiful punch in the face

that reveals all our true colors. 

It shows who we really are,

who we've really been behind the mask 

this entire time.

It teaches us who we're meant to be

and helps us to become.

It shows us that life is atrocious,

unforgiving in the levels of pain and suffering

it sends our way;

But it also teaches us

hope. 

When in the depths of despair,

in the bottom of the blackest, darkest places,

there is no where to look but onward.

No where to go but up.

You cannot stop in the pit, the darkness,

because that is to give it power over you,

and you will not be overcome.

Moving up, moving forward,

it helps you live.

You never feel more human 

than leaving a place you felt inhuman. 

You never feel more alive

than coming out of a place you didn't want to live.

It can never be easy,

but leaving the pit,

abandoning despair,

is the strongest power move there is

against the darkness.

You can overcome,

and you come out stronger too.

The darkness may return,

stronger and more powerful,

but you will be readier than ever,

because you've fought this demon before,

and you won.

So you have nothing to fear,

because you can win again.