I fell through a trapdoor of depression
For years I felt it giving way
Until finally it fell completely open, I plummeted
Into a world of drinking...drugs...cutting…
I tried to reach out to my friends’ hands
That came from the trapdoor above me
I really tried...
They told me they were here for me
They said they’d always help me
But no words of consolement,
Not acts of benevolence,
No look of sympathy,
Would ever mend my aching heart.
They didn’t try to grasp for my hand hard enough;
In the end… I’d been abandoned
The relentless pain surging through my very being
Eventually numbed every essence of me; a revelation
It didn’t matter
How many therapists I’d see,
Or how many hours I’d cry,
I would never be the same ever again
Nor would I ever be saved from my cursed trapdoor
When I heard the divine sound of creaking hinges
I thought i was hallucinating,
...Until I saw a flash of red-orange
And a hand descending from the edge of the trapdoor…
Then I realized…
There WAS somebody willing to fight for me...
Someone strong enough to hold open the door for me,
Someone strong enough to lift me out of this hellish trapdoor.