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The Hole

There’s a hole

Trying to swallow you whole,

Getting bigger each night

That you lie awake

In the dark

Though you try to fight

With your fears

And your pain

And your tears.

There’s a hole, or a pit

That wants you to die,

That wants you to quit,

To give up, to sink 

Into that hole called


But if you let yourself sink,

Into that hole

That’s been trying to take you

For ages,

You fail

And I fail;

We fail.

But grab hold of me

I’ll never let go.

You’re worth much to me:

I won’t let you fall.

When you’re weak,

I’ll be strong.

So take my hand

And climb out of the pit.



“As you know, I am a petal borne aloft on the autumn wind. It should say that in my file.” I like my alone time but get lonely frequently. I am dependable and trustworthy, a hard worker, and if I say I will do something, it will most likely be done. I am daily learning who I am and how I relate to people. I sing almost constantly. (Some would say I’m crazy or weird… I’m ok with that.) I am a singing, dancing photographer/writer/web-editor/proofreader who wants to change the world. I am on the cusp of a quarter-life crisis, navigating the ups and downs of becoming a grown-up. I find that as a twenty-nine year old woman, many of my friends seem to have the life I want: jobs in fields they love (with decent salaries), boyfriends, fiances, children, etc., while I seem somewhat stuck in a mediocre job with little time for a social life. I am a Christian trying to apply my very real faith to my equally real life. I have perfectionist tendencies which I blame on being an oldest child. I think that about covers it so... yeah.

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