DOWN

 

I fell into the pit. I fell deep in the well.  

It wasn't logical but still I fell. 

I called out for someone to come to help me. 

I needed someone to throw a rope to me.

 

My mother was dead, nothing she could do. 

My friends were all busy, brothers and sister too. 

Or maybe my pride was too big to shout too loudly? 

Maybe I thought I'd rather stay in the pit, - proudly. 

I couldn't let them see how weak I was,  

to fall in the pit with no real cause.

 

A long time passed. I managed to rest 

And started to think to put the metaphor to the test. 

If I could, who in the world would I choose? 

Who knows me well enough to rid me of these blues? 

The answer came loud and struck me with force 

It could only be me, myself, I of course.

 

So, armed with this knowledge in my private hell 

I started to picture Myself at the top of the well 

Looking down and willing to help get me out the pit 

No need to tell I the full story He knew every bit. 

At last, I've found someone who cares enough 

Someone with whom I don't have to pretend to be tough.

 

I started to realise that even if lowered I couldn't use the ropes 

I could climb a bit but would only fall back on someone else's hopes.

 

So the Me who was standing at the top of the pit  

started lowering things down to the me below, bit by bit. 

Clever guy, from up there He could see  

That the only way out would be stairs built by me.

 

First were some words from out of His box  

Tools I could use in building the blocks 

Good things about me to help improve self-esteem 

"You're a good man", " I love you" a familiar theme 

Truths as mantras I knew but had forgotten  

Or just couldn't reach from down there at the bottom.

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Over time and with work I built stairs strong as stone 

And I grew stronger just with the act of crafting each one  I worked and focussed with constant support from above Marvelling to myself at the strength of My love.

 

Then one day I turned round to find,  

that while I was working the steps had grown high. 

I stood not just on the top but up on a wall  

And where the pit had been there was nothing at all. 

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