Hitting Rock Bottom

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There she stood  
At the precipice,  
Her breath ragged,  
Her messy brown hair tangled,  
Her heart pounding hard  
Within her chest,  
With every deep, shaky inhale.  

The cold breeze kissed  
Her tear-stained face  
In a meek attempt  
To heal her aching heart.  

She closed her eyes tight,  
And as she heaved a deep sigh,  
She felt her entire life glide by.  

Memories—sweet and bitter—  
Flashed through her mind,  
Surging and falling,  
Like ocean waves.  

She stood there  
For what felt like eternity,  
The weight of her burdens  
Making her stagger slightly,  
Fumbling to strike the right balance. 
 
With one deep breath,  
She mustered all her courage  
And plunged forward,  
Bracing herself to face  
Whatever might cross  
Her long, winding path—  
A path that led to  
Infinite darkness.  

As she felt herself  
Engulfed by the dark nothingness,  
She clung on  
With nerves of steel,  
Gathering every ounce of energy  
She had left.  
She held on,  
Even as hopelessness clawed at her,  
Devouring her bit by bit  
Along the way.  

Then her foot struck  
Something solid and firm,  
Where she lodged deep,  
Like a nail in the wall.  

Is this it?
Have I spiraled my way  
To rock bottom?  
She wondered,  
Trembling at the harshness of reality.  

Just then...  
She looked up  
And saw a light—  
A light at the end of the tunnel.  

Her heart whispered softly:  

"Yes, my girl. It's time to spiral upward from rock bottom. This is your stepping stone." 

That was all it took.  
She regained her energy,  
Her spirit renewed,  
And began her journey—  
Soaring onwards and upwards,  
Fueled by courage and newfound grit,  
Through the depths of life,  
Determined to reach  
The light of day,  
To survive.  

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