My Abyss Poem by Sarah Wilson

Into the abyss I fell
Getting closer to hell
I'm surrounded by black
What's the point going back?
I see the bottom
Everything else forgotten
I reach for the side
My emotions collide
Continue to fall?
Or ascend the wall?
Choosing to fall would be easy
Climbing will tear me apart mentally
When all is said and done
I'm left with just one option
I refuse to give up
I will pull myself up
On the way I stumble
At times I feel awful
I contemplate the drop
I've come too far to stop
The struggle eases
When I hear familiar voices
They encourage me to fight
I see a sliver of light
There could still be troubles ahead
But I reach the ledge of my homestead
Without the abyss
My emotions feel like bliss
I have never been so bold
As to escape its hold
I'm fighting back
Getting on the right track
Changing my attitude
Positivity I try to exude
I'm honest with myself as I look within
There's a possibility of falling back in
Next time I'll recognise the signs
I'll hold tight to the hope that shines