Resilient

Moments ago, I sat down
to spare myself from the mockery that
accompanied stumbling.
Love itself slapped me hard
and knocked me.
I wasted epochs wailing -
mourning for some loss
until the day that light peeped through.
Alas! a hand was lent and grabbed me
and freed me from the box.
I stood up and resolved myself,
wiped my face from tears.
If not for the hand that pulled me up
never would I be spared.

I found her paces ahead of me.
She was walking faster
and I was but weak.
I have to fight and recover
if ever I wanted to gain on her.
Until that day comes,
she'll pause for a while -
to sit and to take a rest;
from all the walking.
And until that very moment,
I'll grab her by the hand.
I won't let go of her,
pull her in front of me
and have her wrapped in my arms