Reaching Through Death

I've wandered through the valley of death and somehow made it out alive. I've stumbled over the debris I've scattered throughout my hell bent life. I've scraped knees due to the fallen glass fragments from my iced over heart.

I cannot outgrow the depravity trailing behind me. Somehow, despite all of this, you have offered me a hand, a light in the depths of darkness I have succumbed to. You offered me peace and serenity when I was dripping with blood and falling even further from the world's depraved reality.

I didn't know what to do, so I reached. I reached my hand out until your fingertips brushed over the fragile flesh encompassing my worn out skeleton; I reached until the despair I'd been carrying on my shoulders disintegrated and left me able to stand once again.

You reached for me when I did not believe I'd ever be lifted again. You held on even with shards of hostility layering any nice things I had to say. You stayed and continued reaching even when I began to slip; you gripped harder and didn't let me fall into the glass covered despair you pulled me out of.