Hope, is the rope
That hangs down the well
Dangling in the darkness
Like a cat’s toy
It swings, inviting you in
Begging you to hold it
Tightly, grip it in your hands
Are you strong, enough
To pull yourself up
Out, of what you’ve known
Do you want to see
Where the glowing line will lead you
Knowing, that you will never know
How long the journey will take
The length in this piece of string
I wish I could tell you
I’ve been climbing for so long
This rope has robbed me
Ripped from my hands
The strength I thought I had
Though maybe I feel it, the sun
Sneaking across my shoulders
Straining against the ache, the weight
Of my life, in my hands
Thinking I might not make it
But I’m not afraid
I’ve been here before
I think, that even if I fall
I have climbed this far
And I can do it, all over again
Unstuck Monsters 
Julia, this poem brought me to tears – in a good way. It truly moved me. Thank you for your beautiful and positive words. There have been times in my life that I have felt truly hopeless, but have found the courage to keep going.
We all need hope and your poem is so encouraging.
Thank you xx