Uninspired Lost in muck and mire Climbing my way out of the pit Without a rope Pulling my paralyzed body Up with my hands Slipping and sliding Blood dripping Grasping jagged rocks No ceiling above me I see the light If I keep at it The light will [ ]
https://nancyjeanwalker.me/2016/10/17/post-155-climbing-out-of-a-black-pit-poem/
