HELL(TH)-HOLE ...

HELL(TH)-HOLE ...

To All My Dear M.E. Friends And Friends With Other Severely-Life-Restricting Chronic Illnesses

 

I was jettisoned ...

Into a hell(th)-hole ...

I've been here for quite some time ...

The walls are slimy ...

Slippery ...

Steep ...

Impossible to climb.

Some days, I see the sky above ...

Some days, a flicker of light ...

But, some days, are just black and grey ...

Dark ...

An endless night.

I long to escape from this hell(th)-hole ...

And, goodness knows, I've tried ...

The Good Man sees my frantic attempts ...

And the numerous times that I've cried ...

We are all in our personal hell(th)-holes ...

Out of which, we're desperate to crawl ...

But, remember, my friends, when days are grey ...

You are not alone - you are not AT ALL.

Ffion