The Abyss - Poem by Shiloh Thompson
Spiraling, deeper into the abyss of hatred
Out of control, gaining speed.
Reaching out, begging, pleading,
Screaming and crying inside,
Begging to be saved from the
Unknown fate that awaited me
At the bottom of the darkness.
Light, bright and blinding
A hand reaching out, grasping
A vision of an angel reaching out
Wings outspread, feathers falling.
My cries for help fade into nothing,
As I stare in wonder, amazement,
At my savior in disguise.
I stand at the edge of the abyss,
It calls, beckoning, reaching
Out with arms of blackness
Begging, pleading for me to fall.
I turn away, take the hand of my
Savior and realize that with
One friend, a world can change.
I reach into the abyss and
Pull another broken soul to
Their feet, welcoming them
Back to where their hearts need
To lie, back into the light.
Hearts need to heal,
Forgiveness will fall like rain.
Just reach out and grasp it.
Turn from the abyss and smile.
You are home my child, you are home.
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