#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A terrifying journey, a story to tell,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
A descent into darkness, my mind in a dearth.
The walls closing in, a suffocating fear,
My heart racing, my thoughts unclear,
No light to guide me, no sound to hear,
As I fell deeper, my panic drew near.
But then I saw a small child,
In the corner, meek and mild,
A glimmer of hope in this nightmare,
A ray of light in the despair.
I reached out to touch its hand,
And in that moment, I could understand,
The child was trying to tell,
A message from within this dark well.
It whispered of strength and courage,
Of finding light even in the deepest ravage,
It reminded me to never give up,
For every fall is just a chance to get up.
And as I hit the bottom with a thud,
I realized this was just a test of my fortitude,
For now I stand at the bottom of the well,
But I know I'll find my way out of this dark spell.
So thank you, little child in the well,
For showing me that even when I fell,
There's always a glimmer of hope to be found,
In the darkest depths, light can still abound.
© ladyjacquelineprincess