Rescued

I wrote this poem yesterday. The mental images in the poem have been in my head for a long while... probably two to three years.

"The Pit"
by Neil Mullins

This hole...
This dark, unending hole
Becomes this heated chasm
Known as the abyss...

Standing on the edge
And fear is drawing me in
The earth crumbles 'neath my feet
I fall...

Falling...
Flailing and thrashing out
My eyes turn upward to where I once was
A crag finds my hand...

Holding on for my life...
I'm at the lowest of my low
Feel this burning sensation in my feet
Thinking the end is near...

But a had of light...
Reaches down for my sweaty palms
A voice telling me to grab on
I risk it all and take hold...

To find myself...
Being lifted up out of the pit
Becoming restored
And looking at He who is my savior...