Let The Rain Fall

I feel like I am being punched in the face over and over and over. My face is bruised and sore, and it won't be much longer until I start bleeding. SMACK! I struggle as I walk blindly into another blow. SMACK! Each hit digs me into an even deeper hole. Is someone trying to send me a message? Trying to tell me that what I want more than anything else in this world is not the path was meant for me? I will not go down easy. I will hold my ground until the last traumatic blow crumbles me. Only then will I consider listening to what other choices I have. I might hurt, I might cry, but I will endure the pain.