Light.
Sometimes you fall, because if you need to rise, the pit is the best place to start. Trembling and lost, you find yourself sitting there for a while. But then dear, don't find comfort in the darkness there, for if you look up there is a light that is seeking for you, a familiar ball of light. You look out to find a hopeless heart, beating at a pace, in which you'd conquer the world from east to west. You want to stop thoughts from barging in, but then the gate seem to have broke, for they flood in you.
So what do you do? You sit, find your self calm down. Don't push away the little light, stare at it, try to make a conversation. You'll find hope there, it may take a day, a year, a lifetime, but follow the light.
Let it take you through your journey. Let it teach you to live while you unlearn the world. It'll strip your mask and it's going to be painful. The bruises will leave scars for a lifetime, but then they will help you take a step. And finally, you'll see the light being shared, among your loved ones.
Insecurity will gush in, you will fail at making a lot of smiles. Trust the light, for there was a purpose you follow it.
Where did the light come you ask? Well it was inside you all along, but then your conscience ignored it, and it pushed you hard. So when you do rise, never let go of the light. That's the love you possess that has been granted to you, and as you breath last, your Lord will only ask for the light, for that's His.
