This gave me shivers.

"Looking up;
a spec of light
breaks the darkness in my sight -
My hope has finally arrived."

- Love how you broke up the lines and the subtle rhyming. "My hope" leaves me wondering if this is a person or if it is finally time where you have the confidence, the ability to rescue yourself.

With the mention of the ladder, and how you are climbing it, I see that strength in you. No more will you be pulled down by depression.

The brevity works so well here and that last image, that portrayal of the "well of depression" you are stuck in... I can imagine a person overwhelmed, scared, hopeless, at the bottom of the well. The only thing they can do is look up and imagine that life. That dream. How they can ever reach it. I really can see that in regards to suffering from depression. It's like there is life all around us, but to participate in it, embrace it? That's the part where it's a struggle.

May I ask what the assignment entailed? Or was it just to write a short poem about any subject?

Take care.