What is left?
When she reaches
Deep into her soul
Just to discover
The emptiness
That wallows in her core



The pain suddenly
Releases a weeping sound
From her lips
It begins as a whisper
Then increases
To a screech
Of raw hallow emotion



Only the feel
Of self infliction
Comforts her
At the worst stage
In her life
No one really knew
If she could crawl
Out of the hole
That consumed her surroundings
She didn’t even know
If she could
Just as she reached
Her darkest moments
A streak of light
Beamed through the shadows
She didn’t know
If it would be strong enough
To pull her through

But,
If she didn’t make it
There would be no story
No record
Of the girl
Who pulled through the darkness
Made it out of the hole
That resided in her mind
Woke up
To see the sun shining bright
On the path to a better life