The pit

Through drought and famine.....

My hunger panes remind me where I stand in my life.

Lost

Confused

Growing.

I'm wadin in a pit of my sorrows looking for a life line I know isn't there

For no reason other than the fact that you can't be on both sides of a rope when you play tug of war with your sanity

But it was in there that I survived

Thrived

Toughed it through

Natural disasters

old history hurricanes

Emotional body blow for earthquakes

Too soon tsunamis

Tearful tornados

And wild love wildfires

The pit was sanctuary

The disillusioned fever dream that kept me from disolving in the darkness I dwelled in

That and a fuckton of weed

But I did it

Against all odds I fought the fears

Made some friends

Shed some tears

Gathered memories that lasted years

And made my self in an image that will last for years

The pit protected me

Up until I no longer needed it

And when it was time to come out I no longer looked for a life line

I took the stairs