I’m in a rut
fallen in a hole
I can’t get out of.

I’m feeling stuck
not making any progress
instead moving backwards.

It’s somehow comfortable
in this dark, lonely place
with this hollow feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

I’m too afraid to crawl
outside of myself
and into the light.

I’m too complacent,
too prideful to admit
I need help out.

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Wow... I love your poem, and I can understand where you are coming from. I'm in the same place right now...

Willow Heart