©2019 by Lily Lawson. Proudly created with Wix.com

  • Lily Lawson


Falling into the deep dark pit,

I reach for the safety rope

and it's cut with a knife.

Help is on it's way they say,

but I have heard it all before

and no help came.

My ability to climb is impaired

by my countless wounds,

more this time than before.

The hope of full recovery

seems too remote a possibility.

I can't let myself believe.

The choice seems clear;

I have to save myself again

or accept my fate.