Falling into depression.
Waiting for the light to catch you.
Losing sight of all hope.
No one capable of providing suspension.
Close to rock bottom with no clue.
No clue how you slipped down this slope.
At last you catch a foothold.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Becoming bright.
Cannot allow yourself to be overcome by fright.
Cease to allow yourself to crumble.
Crumble under the weight of your load.
You finally have ceased to fall.
Now stand up proud and tall.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Falling into depression.
Waiting for the light to catch you.
Losing sight of all hope.
No one capable of providing suspension.
Close to rock bottom with no clue.
No clue how you slipped down this slope.
At last you catch a foothold.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Becoming bright.
Cannot allow yourself to be overcome by fright.
Cease to allow yourself to crumble.
Crumble under the weight of your load.
You finally have ceased to fall.
Now stand up proud and tall.