Filled with doubt, depression, desperation, and even death I crawled up the hill,

Rallying up the courage needed to survive this deadly moment in time.

The storm clouds circling,

With every strike to my back my hope and will to survive drips away until it's dwindling by the very thread of my existence.

However I pushed through up out of this hell whole.

As I made it over the mountain and out of the cave I saw the white water snowflakes falling drenching me in hope...

As I soaked in this I felt the air clear my once congested lungs...

The storm clouds bringing a beautiful cloak of comfort.

My hope replenished.