Sneer

They say the fall is endless,  

A chasm deep and wide,  

Where echoes whisper failures,  

And shadows sneer inside.  

Yet rock-bottom bears a lesson,  

Only ruin dares to teach—  

That ground is firm beneath you,  

And within, a hand can reach.  

The weight of loss is heavy,  

But it chisels through the stone,  

Carving out the hunger  

To rise, rebuild, atone.  

For broken things remember  

What the unscathed often miss—  

That light is never brighter  

Than the moment after abyss.  

So let the fall be sacred,  

Let despair ignite the spark,  

For the ones who reach rock-bottom  

Are the ones who leave their mark.