The Wishing Well

i almost drowned
in what
i thought was love.
what i thought was safe
water, a wishing well.
i threw so many
coins in, then jumped
in myself. but it
was a dank well.
murky
and cold. an endless
deep
cauldron of pain
and sorrow.
i went under swallowing
the lies.
i climbed
the walls,
grasped at the slippery
sides of old
stones, yelled for help,
for someone to throw
me a rope.
i had no way out,
no ladder, no hope.
then a hand
came over and took mine,
she said, i think you
need help and
she pulled
me up, she pulled me out.