And so I fell
I remember it rather perfectly
I was sitting on the edge of the well
Minding my own business
I think I had lost my footing
Although I was sitting so I do not know how that is possible

The process does not make sense
What I do know is this: I fell
The well was poorly lit and I saw not how to stop the plight
Naturally I reached for something
and I found something hard
- softer than rock but harder than a stem
I grabbed it
That did two things: I swung toward a wall and I did stop - momentarily
Even being temporarily arrested, it made me feel safe
Unfortunately it was short lived for I did fall again as the object I held severed its' bonds

I fell again
It felt long - longer than I thought it would but eventually, I was dropped onto the bottom
It was a watery-sludge
This was an old well - one not used for it had dried up years ago
Yet here it stood: damp
In this abandoned marshy pit I stood
It was friendly even in darkness
Perhaps I knew this place was here all along
You see, I had fallen here before
This place was mine
A forgotten sanctuary