There is a pit
Cold and unlit
Where more often then not
My heart will suddenly drop
This pit is otherworldly
Incommodious with too much gravity

I used to fall often
Into my mental coffin
My senses were deprived
Until much later when I’d be revived
First it took months, then weeks then days
A shock suddenly having sunny days

I grew and grew like flower
Relishing in new found power
Forgetting about the pit
Perhaps afraid to admit
That when autumn comes the flowers decay
And that I may have to wait for the next spring day