Climb

When I climb out of this towering pit and believe you me when I say that I will.
I will remember those who offered to stand beside me during my time of need.
And I will remember those who were willing to lend a supporting hand.
But I will also not forget those who turned the other cheek when I needed someone the most.
And I’ll also remember those who stood atop of the ledge, hoping that I would stay down forever.
I’ll remember this, I’ll remember that, and I’ll remember everything in between.
 
When I climb out of this towering pit and believe you me when I say that I will.
I will remember those who offered a listening ear, whether I used it or not is irrelevant at the moment.
And I will remember those who still cared for me long after I stopped caring about myself.
But I will also not forget those who exposed my vulnerabilities and hurt me in ways both new and profound.
And I’ll remember those who secretly rejoiced in my misfortunes and hoped for my despair.
I’ll remember this, I’ll remember that, and I’ll remember everything in between.
 
When I climb out of this towering pit and believe you me when I say that I will.
I will remember those who offered a friendly smile, a kind word, a pat on the back.
And I will remember those who went out of their way to make sure that I didn’t succumb to the sadness. 
But I will also not forget those who watched with a blind eye as the anger steamed from every pore in my body.
And I will remember those who simply looked away when they saw the sorrow pouring from my eyes uncontrollably.
I’ll remember this, I’ll remember that, and I’ll remember everything in between.