Falling into the deep dark pit,
I reach for the safety rope
and it’s cut with a knife.

Help is on it’s way they say,
but I have heard it all before
and no help came.

My ability to climb is impaired
by my countless wounds,
more this time than before.

The hope of full recovery
seems too remote a possibility.
I can’t let myself believe.

The choice seems clear;
I have to save myself again
or accept my fate.

Copyright @ 2020 Lily Lawson

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