I received a big blow from you.
I was almost knocked out for a day.
For a time I felt trapped on a quicksand.
But I was glad you did not leave right away.
Instead, you held out to me a stick to help me up,
Gripped firmly so you will not loose balance.
The pain would not go away.
I was wondering if it would ever leave.
Time passed by, and alas!
I found strength to tighten my grip,
And pull myself up to the ground.
Unexpectedly, I realized that it was not I,
But you, who were trapped on the quicksand,
Holding on to the other end of the stick,
Firmly gripped by my hand so I will not loose balance.
Then you suddenly let go and I just fell.
You are once again trapped,
Waiting for some passerby to help you up.
Time passed by and surprisingly,
I tried to empathize with my old foolish self.
I can’t, because it is hardly there.