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Wrestling with the Deep

“Trapped in the Gloom, Striving to rise”

In a deep pit, I’m stuck, feeling low,
Trying to climb out, but sinking slow.
The harder I try, the deeper I slide,
It’s like a never-ending, scary ride.
 
 
Walls all around, closing in tight,
Fighting them off with all my might.
Each step I take feels heavier still,
Trapped in this darkness, against my will.
 
 
But even in the dark, I won’t give up,
Hoping for light, a chance to disrupt.
Though it’s hard, and hope seems far away,
I’ll keep moving forward, come what may.

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