Alone


Depression..an extension of me.
A time in my life.

I run into open arms
only to grasp at air..
promises, of being there
broken forever. Then that hole,
I look down, Its bottomless,
and pray I won't slip into it, as I always do..
I lose footing, I already knew I would,
dark, black, cold,
promises, only mine,
are real to me...
A soft hand
A strong one
grabs me softly with strength
and pulls me so slowly,
as I slip upwards,
light is still far away,
but at least I see it .

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