Get Up

Hidden

Could you believe it? You down. Again. On the ground. In the dirt. Beaten battered and bruised. Did you see it coming? The fight? The solitude? Different patterns of thoughts? What path...? What path did you take? Kinda funny huh? You hit what we like to call the fall. Oh no. Rock bottom is a bit far from your little hiccup. I'm not kidding. I've seen, felt...lived it. So this? This speed bump problem you think is the end of the road for you?
Anyway. This situation falls into the category of "Shit Happens". What? You want blunt, theres mildly blunt. Should I send some memories your way?
Too late.
Nope...you want to mope. You wanna cry? You want to drag that ass across another filthy year of non improvisational character. Living with fake smiles in the day. Plot against yourself around dawn?
Awwww. What wrong? I thought you were a warrior? A fighter? A god damn bad ass!!
I thought I was talking to a leader. Not some pig that got left behind.
Yeah...behind. As in I'm ahead of you now. I found the road. It's not great but it's better than yours. However...sadly, you wont find it. Nope. I should tell you what it's like.
Got your Hope's up right?
Ofcourse I can't tell you. It would only ruin the great fight you are strong enough for. Look up for a day. It'll become a habit. Laugh mildly. Yes less. Start learning your weaknesses. They are fuel for strength.
But wait. You dont like getting taken out of a routine.
Oh but you hate routines...right.
Can I say something?
Too late.
You are weak. So pathetic....
Oh OOH noooow you get up!!! I have to belittle you?!?! I got in your head that fast!?!?! Boy sit the fuck down. I wasnt done...nope.
I just woke you. Grouchy ass punk. Listen. I'm not here to give you baby steps. I'm not here to pull you up. I'm not here for moral fucking support!!! I'm the one!!! The only one who tells you...
Get up.
Stand fucker.
Up straight!!
Look at this...look at you. Your are not alone. You are. Yet not naturally.
Boom!!
Guess what!! I was kidding!
You want this pain to stop!! Fix it.
...Get up.
Fix this mess. Fix that mess too. Who cares what it is! Just fix it so you can move! I'm not staying here with you forever, damn it. Like I said...I'm already ahead of you and I'm not sharing the glory.
Stay put. No need to rush...
Okay!! Now you're mad!? Wow!!!! Let a real person say this! 7 billion people in this world and the one you listened to for years...was here. Was there. I'm ahead. So uh...yeah...
Get up.
Im not even gonna kick you. Push you...nah. I'll sit here with you. Poking. Teasing. Reminiscing. Until you get up. Haha Haha. Ofcourse once you do go to move, I'll be right there to pull you down. That greatest fight you heard me say...its. with. me...
Now.
Where should I start? Oh yeah...
Get up
Get up
Get up get up
Get up...
...please...get up.

  • Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2018 15:02
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 16
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