Member Poem

Falling.

A sensation of heaviness filled my body

slowing each step I take

Thinning each breath I make.

It’s choking me.

The dark air surrounds me,

it’s taking my breath away.

Ending my life.

The dark is welcoming.

They gave a a “How do you do?”

and a “Won’t you come in?”

They gave me open arms.

I’m falling.

Falling into the black,

this nightmare.

What did I do to deserve this?

The evil is tempting.

dark energy is odd.

It’s cold and evil,

but it’s tempting me to give in

with welcoming arms.

I hesitate.

I fell, yes, but,

Should I give in?

Is there a way to climb back up?

I step back.

No, not today.

The darkness is tempting i admit,

but I still have a light inside.

There has to be a way.

This is not how it ends,

I will continue fighting.

I’m not ready for death.

I start to rise.

This fire burning inside,

it’s making me fly

like a hot air balloon.

I can breath

The oxygen swirls in my lungs,

Its cold,

but I’m happy to feel it.

I jump up.

I”m ready to keep fighting,

and I will.

There my friends stared at me. Shocked faces.

“What?” I asked. “I didn’t feel like going to hell.”

They came around me, happy as can be.

That’s when it hit me.

We fall,

so we can keep fighting and rise higher than ever before.