‘It’s taken me years to get this far’
she thought to herself,
as she stopped upon a thin, narrow shelf.
Just over two-thirds up
the darkened pit
she had naively let herself drop into.
‘The Falling’ had seemed to take forever,
there had been a ‘Splash’
followed by a ‘Crunch’
Scars had formed and broken bones
painfully knitted back together, slowly,
in those first delirious, wretched months.
The ascent did not get any easier,
you just became more in tune
and accustomed to your surroundings,
the further you reached upwards
towards the circular ‘God-Like’ light.
The nooks and crannies were treacherous,
yet exhilarating, the more height she gained.
And three weeks ago, or there about,
she had felt the breeze spiral down
onto her grey, parchment face again
and cried tears of another kind for a change…
a wonderful, hopeful, heart-swelling change.
It is the straggling ‘Hanging Ivy’
which she is now focused upon,
dangling but days out of fingertip reach…
as we leave her to her strength and struggle,
a survivor Lost yet not waiting to be Found.
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