Rising Out of Hell

Never giving up, I will keep fighting, this is not the end for me.

I will not stay here at the bottom. Down here they try to control me, and live off of my suffering. Reaching up through the mire and the darkness I pull myself up.

The smell of death and destruction surrounds me as it fills my bloody nostrils. Still alive I climb, cutting my fingers and tearing my nails still I go upward. Overcoming the powers of darkness that have lead my into temptation. They threw me down here as they lashed out at me in hatred. The others they try to pull me back down. 

They scream in terror without stopping. Blood runs down my throat. Sweat, and the stench of fear and torment covers my entire body from head to toe. Yet I climb upwards toward the small light, the little circle of hope that guides me. Remembering the ones I loved I open my eyes to see. With heart racing my body goes into shock from getting weak. The light is getting bigger every second that I move towards it now. Looking ahead I know not to turn around and look back down. Feeling around with my flesh torn hands. I reach out for something to find. Maybe a brick stone or an old board that I can use.

Upwards I climb toward the gentle glowing light. Never giving up I will keep fighting this fight. How I got down here I cannot remember. Nor how I survived the night. This is not the end for me, my freedom is in sight. I will not stop until I win. Onward I go upward pulling my body with each stone.  My body weakens my soul wears thin all I have left is the love within.