Almost

A black hole,
pulling everything in,
drowning everything I am.
Silence.
Darkness.

The sound of my own heartbeat.

Standing on the edge of nothing,
toes curling over the edge,
the world whispering its indifference
in a cold relentless hum.

Will anyone even notice?

Then a small voice,
faint but insistent,
an angel reminding me
of a laugh I hadn’t heard yet,
a hand I hadn’t held,
a dream, a future
tomorrow waiting quietly,
just beyond the dark.

I stayed.

Not because I was strong,
but because I chose to hope
there was more to this life.