The walls are too steep to climb, the stones too slippery to scale. The only thing that can possibly lift you is Him
But you doubt it’s true. Because last time you said that, you believed it. You trusted that this was rock bottom, that there was no place more painful to be.
And then the floor gave out again, and you tumbled even further down.
You look around at the dark walls, trying to find an opening for light to reach you, but there is none.
So this is really it, you tell yourself. The rocks are sharper, they’re not just uncomfortable, they’re painful.
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