Suddenly I'm in the pit
Where no one wants to be
I'm down among the muck and mud
I can't even see me

Much less my daily round of tasks
My son, my house, my job
The pit takes all my focus
Just to stay abob

I fight it for a few days
But then the pit might win
I'm weak and sad and feel so bad
Might not come out again

So then I write my sisters
Each one has seen the pit
And someone always throws a rope
To pull me out of it

The rope of love that holds us close
Is strong enough to fit
Into the darkest depths of sad
When I am in the pit

You all are my dear lifelines
I love you every one
The new, the old, the shy, the bold
To Griefnet we all come.

by Bonnie, Di's Mom


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