I’ve had a peer into the deep of the abyss
The one where you fall into nothing
Where the juice of life runs dry
And there’s no reason for anything
Dusty existentialism and a seized brain

Climbing out, you scrape your hands
And stab your soul with vicious thorns
And many times you fall again
So tired, the blackness looks like velvet
And permanent sleep seems a release

Eventually the stumbles and falls
Are so vast, so heart tearing, you despair
Having seen a glimpse of light
The dark seems darker, the fall bleaker
And exhausted, you must keep climbing

Then one day, after many dead days
The road gets easier, no more sheer faces
A shaft of sunlight warms you through clouds
You are not free yet, but on your way
Learning to be grateful for the good moments

This has been the road to Hell and Back
One well travelled by many silently
Do not pass a weary fellow soul
Hold each-other up and stumble on
To the cool green fields of calm

And restoration, resurrection and recovery.