Ah, I tripped again!

And now I fall and fall

and fall.

I must learn to avoid this place,

this chasm of treachery

that steals my courage and my strength.

I know it all too well

with it’s dark and grasping walls

that catch and hinder and gouge

deep into my very soul.

Its slimy roots lash and bruise

and remind me

that they always wait.

They eternally reach upward

greedily waiting my tumble.

I gain downward momentum

while straining to see my own salvation

and hoping for rescue from what awaits -

That unknown thing down there,

at the bottom.

What is there that pulls me

relentlessly?

What is it that knows when I am weak

and defenseless?

I’ve climbed from there before,

struggling from it’s darkness of despair

back to light and hope.

and yet, I don’t rest easy.

I must ever be watchful

of those coiling and grasping tendrils

that would pull me down

to claim my strength of will

and imprison me

in The Pit.