I’ve figured it out

A man waits for rescue only until he understands the world.

Then he stops waiting.

No miracle cure, no heroic friend, no destined lover will descend into this pit.

The rope will not fall from the sky.

Very well.

I will dig with broken nails.

I will climb with bleeding hands.

And if the world demands a price for freedom, I will pay it in struggle.

For what climbs out will no longer be the one who fell.