This deep hole


B”H
Yaffa Slurzberg
6/26/2015
This deep hole

This deep hole of depression
It felt like I could never crawl out of it
Like I was trapped by the all-consuming squeezing and crushing of doom and despair
There was no air
I didn’t care
I couldn’t care
The bed, blanket and pillow my only salvation
My only consolation
The day light too bright
I could not face the morning sun.
How did I get out? How did I escape?
With words, with thoughts, of hope and inspiration
Each positive thought a rung on the ladder
Each hopeful phrase a fiber of the rope
That pulled me out of this deep dark hole

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