Some days are hard,
But I refuse to be swallowed by the pit.
It can gag and choke
Forcing me down it's throat
But I refuse to swallowed by the pit.
Some days my fingers grow weak
Clutching the rim of peace
But I refuse to be swallowed by the pit.
The good days I see over my head
As I look up from my place on the edge
And I refuse to be swallowed by the pit.
My feet take hold
And the beauty of life unfolds
And I refuse to be swallowed by the pit.
Thrusting forward from the grip
I reclaim the ground that slipped
And I refuse to be swallowed by the pit.
Some days are hard.
More days are good.
I will not be swallowed by the pit.
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