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Bottomless pit

rope tied to a cleat on cement
Image by Bruce Jacobs

Sliding down into the dark
Alone, afraid, apart
Wondering if there is a bottom
Wondering how to get out
As I slide ledges appear
Out of the dark
Places to grab onto
If I could only move
Slowly I will myself
To reach out, grab a loop
Trying to hold on
Trying not to fall further
I swing my body along the side
I find a ledge, a resting place
Taking a risk
I grab on
Climb up
Stand up
The ledge is firm
I am falling no longer
The darkness shies away
Letting light…




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Kathy Jacobs

Kathy Jacobs

💚POMpoet💚 Former software tester, still breaking things. Social Media geek. Former OneNote MVP. Phoenix Mercury fan. Green Bay Packer fan.

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