A Week of Lonesome

This here was a week of lonesome.
It was a week of mistakes,
a week of goals,
a week of frustrations,
a week of the most bitter tears,
and fond embraces I'll never forget.
This was one of those weeks where every day is a race,
a challenge where the end is completely out of view,
but apparently not out of reach. 
It was a week of growth,
of responsibility.
I fell down.
I tripped over thin air,
nothing to blame but my own clumsiness.
I am only realizing now that somewhere between all of the yelling,
all of the praying,
all the pleas,
the clenched fists,
the biting,
those laughs that sound more like sobs...
I got up.

It's been exactly one week.
One week that helped me to grow more than any other set of seven day's I've had the honor of experiencing.
I'm alive.
'm still kicking.
It'll be harder than that to get rid of me.