Sometimes, mostly in the early morning, I find myself in the pit. I wake up there.

Deep, sullen, it hurts in the pit, a soreness, inside. It’s a mulling place, lulling there in the dark, lying still, unable to start.

I begin to climb out when I begin to realize I need only begin to move, engage the day, in this way I take the first step out of the pit,

Need just a little grit, and a grin, realizing it’s all within, me, myself,

I am the only one who can do this for me, and so I will, so I do, most every day..