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 …..