Just when i thought i would be able to crawl out, I slip.
Why did I slip?
Was it carelessness, or because of my own lack of skill?
I crave the fresh air, the beautiful scenery, the better world that awaits me above.
I need to get out.

Others around me struggle.
Some are already at the top of the pit.
Some are nearing the top.
Others look at me blankly.

We all try. It makes a difference.
Falls make us weaker.
But we come back.
Stronger.
Determined.
Desperate.
More vulnerable.

Although that mask forms over all of us with every fall,
our insides are slowly being crushed.

I don't bother to share my troubles.
Your mask is covering enough things already,
The time has come.
I will don my mask once again.
And rise through the ashes.
With you right next to me.

I will catch up to the others.
Pacing, I am ready.