Why did you pull me up?

Why?

Why did you reach out?

Why did you make the choice?

Why did you ignore the plethora of excuses?

Because there was no one else who would?

Because you put yourself in my shoes?

Because you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the abyss either?

Because you had the gall to challenge?

Would someone else have done it?

Were you tired of hearing my struggle, seeing me grasp at loose rocks?

Who are you?

Were you once where I was? What were you witness to?

Was it selfless? Instinctual, built-in?

Was it mercy? Pitying someone in need?

Boredom? Curiosity? Chivalry?  

Did you admire me? Wanted to see me be more?

Or were you amassing good deeds? Filling a void?

Demonstrating your strength, your grace?

Or banding together, no ill will, no being annoyed,

How was your touch so gentle? So light?

Why did you care?

Will I ever know?

Why did you reach out?  

Why?