Just when you think you’re 

starting to heal, 

you slip and fall back that dark hole, 

that hole that you’re still afraid of 

like the monster under 

your bed. 

Similar to the one Alice fell down, 

you experience many hallucinations in this pit 

or perhaps this was your reality. 

It was difficult to draw the line between both. 

Who is sitting down on the other side holding a 

rope out for you? 

And how do you get to them? 

Whoever they are. 

Tempting it is to just wallow in that pit 

and allow all the destructive 

yet familiar feelings to settle back in 

as if you never left to begin with.