Laying on the floor
At the bottom of a pit
Created in my mind
All the light drained from the world.
A rope fell to the bottom
Brushing my hand
Begging me to grab on.
Channeling my remaining strength
I clutched the rope
And felt myself rise
I saw light sometimes
On the way up
But the darkness was still there
It felt like years
Waiting to reach the top
To see the world I had been missing.
The faces of my loved ones greeted me
All those that I had been blind to
While consumed by darkness.
The sky was bluer than I remembered--
Had it always looked like a photograph?
Birds whistling in the trees
Notes drifting from instruments, mouths, speakers...
The sounds of the world were alien, yet captivating.
The hugs of those I loved
Warm and comforting
Pulled me further from the pit.
At times I still see the pit in the corner of my eye
But it no longer scares me.
Seeing the hole I had fallen into
Sheltered from the world
I recognize how lucky I am
To be a part of the musical, colorful, delicious world
That I am a part of.
The world that is filled with love
And that I am filled with love for.