The abyss below is nothing
but an illusion created to show you into believing.
Believing that nothing rests beyond.
Believing into thinking that all we see
is a world without vibrancy,
Without intricacy.
.
That all the wonder we saw as children,
born with an inner knowing,
was just an imaginary dream.
One that we tricked ourselves into growing out of.
.
The darkness that the abyss holds
is one stained with the fears you and others before have crafted.
Past down like a fragile ornament.
Believing that if you step too close,
chose the wrong ledge to look down from,
that everything will crumble.
Fall to the bottom,
and scatter with nothing,
but the memories only you held.
.
That, for you, the abyss will give you nothing,
but every fear mankind has made.
Because what else can be down there
but the worst rumors we've created?
Down in that darkness
are the rumors we have created.
.
The abyss doesn't just fall straight down.
To get to the bottom
you swim
and find a peace
that settles in your bones,
in your mind.
Tears streaming down when you finally find that vibrancy.
Adding to the pool of tears, others had left
when they, too, swam into the abyss.
About the Creator
Rachael Anra
Hi, my name is Racahel. I'm an Indigenous writer from Arizona who loves poetry, horror, soft fantasys, and biographies. Currently, I am renewing my love for writing by driving back into it!



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