Pulling Out

When you've tripped and fallen into a black hole it feels nearly impossible to get out.
The light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and opac that it might as well not even be there.
Hope takes on new disdain.
Tainted it tastes bitter and instead makes you quite sick.
You want nothing to do with it.
Your legs too limp to walk
And your arms too heavy to crawl.
Helpless you feel comfort in surrendering.
It makes perfect sense to give in.
To turn against yourself and consider you weak.
Unworthy and forgotten you convince yourself this just might be where you belong.
With the unimportant things tossed out to be forgotten.
Things that never seemed to make an impact to the world or anyone in it.
This world won't miss you.
It has won.
Triumphantly removed you the tumor.
A mark staining its beauty.
This is who you've allowed yourself to become.
And so with no rope down this well.
No tracks or glowing sticks to lead you out.
You contemplate to remain.
What saves you?
What picks you up and gives you strength?
Rest
Rest in this putrified loneliness rotting away.
Think of all the things you quit on.
Think of all the things you blame yourself for.
Think of all the things you wanted and did not belong to you.
Think of your regrets.
Think of your failures.
Think of your projected unworthiness.
The damage you have caused yourself.
That you have allowed others to inflict on you.
Think of your pain.
And when the stench gets so bad that you cannot lie in it no longer
And when your muscles begin to cramp looking for movement.
You get up!
You realize you do not belong here with all these withered things.
You will rise.
You will find the will to scratch against the wall and pull yourself up.
To anchor your weight against the wall and with nail and teeth drag yourself towards the light.
Slowly.
With pace.
You drag your body and broken spirit back.
Because you do not belong here.
You cannot be forgotten.
And when you reach the light.
When you return to the world.
Great joy in your heart.
Forgiveness of yourself.
Of others.
You may not know where you belong.
What you can contribute to this world.
But you do know, you do not belong with withered, rotten, forgotten things.
You have more light, more right than that
Breathe in a new beginning.
Jaded at first, with confidence still, that in this world you belong.