The Pit

I take the journey in, starting along the side. I think I know the way down, will or stumble or simply slide? I will stumble, I think I fell yet I don’t remember. All I feel is a chest full of ember. It rips and burns, traveling down towards my stomach. Roaring and rupture sometimes I want to vomit. That is what the pit does, it chews you up and spits you out. I have been here before and I don’t always remember the way out. Pushed in by myself or something greater, I trust there is a purpose. There has to be right, otherwise all of this would make no sense. Who is willing to go through so many days of unrest? Down in the pit there is no light. Appreciate me, the dark says and I will return you to the light. Spiritual heroes say both are so important, to be equally appreciated for freedom and peace. The light and the dark serving, healing, both ever present. All I want is to come back to my essence. Essence of joy, of peace and ease. Sometimes I am exhausted in this pit, tackling this dis-ease. Thank you dark, thank you pit for showing me where I need to grow. Where I need to love myself more, to grow my heart ten fold.