To Fall and to Rise

I cracked the window open and was immediately knocked off of my feet by the wind that blew from the four corners of the earth. I looked up and I saw rivulets of rain sliding down the tinted glass, and for some strange reason I felt inclined to to stay down on the floor where I had fallen. I laid there for hours and thought about how weak I must've been to have fallen over so easily.

I wept and sobbed and cried for help, but nobody came to my rescue. My cruel reality had set it and I realized that I had no choice but to save myself. I quickly wiped the tears off of my cheeks and rose to my feet. When I stood up, I realized how much I had grown in those few short hours that I had spent lying on the floor.

I was suddenly much taller and my backbone had grown solid. The loneliness and heartache that I had felt in that time had been washed away by the teardrops that fell down my face. I then looked into the mirror and my reflection gave me a reassuring look that immediately dispelled the darkness and fear inside of me. My sense of self doubt was alleviated, and I somehow just knew that I was going to be alright.