The Pit

It's the pit. That bit of the pit. The place where you land in a long dark hole. It never feels great. Your feet go soggy. Heavy.

Like your heart.

The disappointment. The shame. The hate and the horror that your brain has to deal with once more. 

You try to reconcile the pathway. A million thoughts and justifications.

But you can't. For the time being, it feels horrible.

If it doesn't, your humanity has probably deserted you.

There is no way out of this. You have to live it and only trust that through the trees, light will appear again.

Someday.

Justin Batchelor