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The Pit
Oct 5, 2005 17:19:46 GMT -5
Post by prissy on Oct 5, 2005 17:19:46 GMT -5
There is a pit, that seems to not end, to which I sit. Trying to claw my way to the top to see the light, only to drop further away. Have I lived here so long, that I like it here, or I am not that strong I want to get to the top, I see the bright light, fear makes me stop. Is this my hiding place, to which I can stay, the demons not to face. With walls built, blinds drawn closed, often I am rid with guilt. Of wrongs done, of failures and pain, to blind to see the sun. The wrong impression, people get about this thing, called depression. If you wanted to you could see the light, the heaviness you could remove. Then I fall deep, hurt and confused, I cry myself to sleep. I awake to see a light, Is it the sun or is it a face, the glow is so bright. I feel a hand, it is a friend, together we stand again. Lean on me they say, this too will pass, It is not here to stay. On a friend I lean, finally opening the blinds, The sunlight now to see. long road still before me, you gently nudge, Me too see. Many who care, who will help me, their love I am now aware. Thanks to those who saw, what I could not see. on you my strength I draw
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The Pit
Oct 5, 2005 19:21:35 GMT -5
Post by rebel on Oct 5, 2005 19:21:35 GMT -5
very nice and I hope now you can find your way UP and OUT
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Sir Mark
Achieving
Shh... be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunting Bwats...
Posts: 337
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The Pit
Oct 5, 2005 20:04:56 GMT -5
Post by Sir Mark on Oct 5, 2005 20:04:56 GMT -5
Good work, keep writing. Especially if it helps. umm, could someone find prissy a spell checker?
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The Pit
Oct 5, 2005 21:35:13 GMT -5
Post by prissy on Oct 5, 2005 21:35:13 GMT -5
The pit is too dark to see a spell checker...
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