Dark, dreary, cold…depressing.

I'm falling.

Falling into darkness.

Will I ever escape this prison of mine?

Or will I be stuck in my own private hell for eternity?

I reach out to grab a hold but there are none.

I am falling… falling… falling.

I cry for help but nobody hears.

I fall further… further… further…

Soon I will fall too far and be beyond rescue…

But what's that?

A light in my darkness.

A hand to hold.

An Angel of Hope.