Up again.

Falling. Forced to gaze down; flashbacks of before. Pain, regret. And hurt when the self lands. The crash, it shatters everything with only a thud - nary a sound heard above. The booming only on the inside, resonating in the mind.

And once awoken, the gaze shifts upwards, comfort brought knowing there is no lowerr than rock bottom. Perhaps a plausible eternal condemnation, but no pain seems worse. Up, a light. Equally bright even from below - in fact brighter. Ironic, that optimism stems from existing in the physical manifestation of pessimism.

Nothing matters now, except for the realization and acceptance. Reality check. One that allows for optimism. An upward gaze to what was, not a backward glance fueled and filled by regret and hurt.

From where I stand, I stand. Again.