Misery

Sometimes the gap between
Misery and healing
Is so wide you can't build a bridge

I stood there just pondering
What would be my fate
Atop that desolate ridge

Wondering if I could jump
Such a distance
I look to the sky; say my prayers

Then falling back a ways and
Remembering past days
I ran and made a leap through the air

I just barely grasped the edge
Of the other side of the abyss
I thought maybe I should let go

But as I slipped a ways down,
I saw the value of life
And pulled myself up real slow

You would think that
This one profound memory
Would help me carry on

But if you've known true misery,
You'd see
That in the end, you're wrong