To Hell and Back

To Hell and Back

Into blackness I fell.
Into pain, despair, agony.
And yet these words do not begin to describe,
the road I traveled.
Suddenly light opened above
And I climbed out of fear.
I climbed into life once again
but it seems so impermanent.
Why am I here?
I don't understand.
I try to live but I feel like all I do is wait,
for the dark hole to open once more
and swallow me again.

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This piece was inspired while watching an episode of "Supernatural" where Dean admits to Sam that he does remember all that happened to him while he was in hell. He explains there are no words to describe what he saw and experienced.

I think many times in life we have experiences that we can only attempt to describe to another with our limited words. To each of us our suffering is unique, our road is our own, and our experience of such things will vary.

For those who have ever struggled or suffered and felt they did so alone, felt that nobody would understand or could, I share this piece.