Again and again, I climbed
Again and again, I have fallen
Again and again, I learned
That my bloodied knuckles gave me comfort
Even with all this resentment and anger
It's still much better than feeling nothing at all
Again and again, I was hurt
Again and again, irritated
Again and again, reaching out
To the alluring light
Again and again, I thought
Again and again, I discovered
Again and again, I felt more like myself