The bottom of the well

I didn’t write this poem, but I had to share it.  For all the times I couldn’t get up, and someone was there to lift me.  For all the others who called on me to help them up.  

The Bottom of a Well

by Alicia Allman

I fell into a well on December 13th.

It’s a deep well, but not full of water.

It only comes to my waste.

It’s not enough to drown me, but enough to make me cold and uncomfortable.

It’s dark and lonely down here at the bottom of a well.

I scream for help, but no one hears my cries.

I try and get out, but its to slippery to climb.

I sometimes make it half way up to see a glimmer of light, but then I fall back down into the darkness.

As much as I try I can’t get out.

Time passes by, but I don’t know how long.

After almost giving up, I notice there has been a rope down here the whole time.

I tug on it…its not that sturdy, not enough to carry my weight.

Then I hear a shout. “I fell down this same well, let me help pull you out”

I feel some hope.

But one person is not enough to pull me out. Then I hear a second shout, “I have fallen down this well also, I can help pull you out.” The shouts keep coming from others saying they have all fallen down this same well. They all help to pull me out. I still need to use my strength. I can’t fully rely on the others to pull me up.

Finally, I’m up out of the well. I embrace the others who helped me. They cry and say “Its the scariest place to be, It was the darkest and worst time of our lives. But we had others help us out of the bottom of the well.”

“At times you may fall back down there, but we will be here to help pull you out again.”

I would not be where I am today with out the people who pulled me out of the dark, dark well.  The love I have for all of you could fill the ocean.  There is nothing quite like being surrounded by those who “get it”.  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  

KaiyaRae’s Momma