From A Pit
Strength was all but gone (energy of any kind really), and the sweet taste of freedom appeared unreachable. Light was far and small, though it always is when you're looking up from a pit.
Despair drowns and covers further when an overworked soul is lost in the endless oceans of life, the ones that demand we respond, where we must sink or swim. Endless "seas" of responsibilities and activity leave us all spent far beyond our physical bodies; this is the reality of overwork and it's effects.
The walls are sheer and no escape looks to be a reality, though it isn't. Lying down in the dark, sleep takes our surrender and we are restored. Waking to the light of possibility in another day we enter it, look up once more, and realize the footholds in the wall. Climbing at once we eventually reach the top, see hope's light remind us it'll be better and we live again, all while remembering to rest from time to time; considering these lessons and new life, from a pit.
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