I’ve been in the hole for almost 6 months.
Cold. dark. Wet.
It was too hard to be with others.
Burdensome. Quiet. Boring.
Who wants to hear about my thoughts when they are so dark anyways?
Finally climbing, crawling out.
The walls were too slippery for too long.
They have dried out and my strength has returned.
To pull my body up and out.
I can feel the sun on my face.
Warm. Dry. Bright.
I can be with others again.
Smiling. Chatty. Excited.
It’s terrifying coming out of the hole though.
So many repairs to make.
So much to fix.
So much healing to be done.
2 thoughts on “crawling out”
Lizzie, I have read and reread this for the past few days. It resonates so strongly for me, and I’m sure for so many. Thank you for the time, energy, and brilliance that you shared through this. It is amazing how powerful it is to have someone put into words things so many of us feel but can’t put into words.
Thank you for your kind words. ❤