To the one who got back up,

I lost the ability to feel for awhile, and so many suffered for it. You most of all, watching me inflict evil from behind a window. You, who turned your life around when sinking back to violence would have been so much easier. There is blood on our hands and no amount of scrubbing seems to make me forget. I'm sorry you have to carry my burden long after growing up, that you must be punished for my crimes. If there was a way to keep you and erase me, it would have been done already, a thousand times over until I'm reduced to parable. I've tried, got the needle tracks as proof. Nothing works.

These days I'm the one watching you with pride. You were thrown into the world like salt in a kettle yet still manage to chip away at the impossible. Whatever the future becomes, I will repent, and you will continue to climb. Soon enough you'll win the day, not for me, but for all who couldn't. Thank you.

Sincerely,

The one who fell