Five Days

Monday.
She tripped and fell into a hole.
Darkness in her gaze
Tears of fear come down her face
When she hits rock bottom.
Laying still wishing she was in the light.

Tuesday.
She called for help until her voice was gone
New tears came
Not helping the damp ground.

Wednesday.
Hopelessly sitting on the ground
Silent like trees with no wind.

Thursday.
Her mind turns against her
Shoving her deeper into the hole.
Tears are gone;
Dried up like a pond in a desert.

Friday.
Realizes that she can save herself.
Her weak hands pull her up
And grip the side of the wall.
Feet find holders and she climbs up.
Sick and tired of being alone and helpless.