It Doesn't Have to Hurt to Fall

We look upon our pain and oddly embrace it,
Finding comfort in its familiarity
Trying to validate its importance
Because it hurts so much,
And we can't fathom why without a reason.

So we twist in the breeze of agony and want,
Frantically trying to grasp at the brass ring.
You know, the one with happiness,
That's always just out of our reach?
The one we think will save us?
Until we fall short of reaching it yet again,
And the despair gets deeper
The agony aches more
The pit gets fathomlessly darker.
And the slim rope of hope finally breaks
Dropping us into a seemingly endless bottom.

Yet reaching the bottom lets us finally look up.
To see a sky perhaps colored the blue of a loved ones eyes,
Or the glowing rainbow of colors that energy emanates,
When it comes from a gathering of beings that love.
Colors reflected off people who have fallen too,
Who can take your hand and lift you up,
And make you believe again
In something so much more valuable
Than an ultimately non-existent brass ring...

Yourself.