Here I am,
The path is before me,
I hear the sounds of life,
I see the fog of my breath,
I feel my heart beating against my chest,
Beating in all of its majesty and beauty,
I push behind the past,
Trying to part ways with some of its burden,
Then, biting my lip,
Furrowing my brow in determination,
Fighting the mire around my feet,
I try to rise,
I allow my skin to see the sun,
I bask in its all-seeing rays,
Slowly, I step forward,
My feet trudge in the muck,
The sounds of suction-cups resonate along the path,
Even so, I continue,
Heat begins to encumber me in all of its entirety,
My tongue is parched,
Adorned in cracks,
Nevertheless,
My desire to live resounds in a greater voice,
I hear the call of someone who loves,
I feel the frost in my heart slightly waning,
I feel something deeper, supplying me with courage and strength,
Thus, here I am,
At the waterfall,
Water streaming with a thunderous grace,
Yet still, I raise my arms in the waterfall,
I allow it to flow down by body,
Meeting every crevice,
Meeting the grime I possess,
Washing away all of the dirt and grime,
And I am clean,
Wondrously clean,
I feel my skin,
I feel the moisture on my tongue,
I feel a striking renewal,
And all of the sudden,
I am no longer weighed down by the mire around my feet, the cracks on my tongue, or the strain of the pounding of my heart,
It no longer holds any importance,
Thus, I not only rise,
But I also live,
I see the sun, 
I feel the grace,
I hear the call,
And I grasp onto life by its very hairs.
Finally, with one echoing bellow,
I am swallowed whole by hope.