I have a pit in my stomach,
An ache that tells me all is not well,
A queasiness that tests my spirit
And lays my will out on the ground for all to see.
I wish I could better describe
What all of this-
These hopes, dreams, regrets, and fear-
All add up to and ultimately mean to me.
But instead, I sit here, stare,
And try to summarize what I know
As my stomach turns upside down,
My head spins,
And I find myself trying
To replant my feet on the ground.
–Written by Sandy Heights
2 thoughts on “Pit”
I think I know what you mean, and it’s an ugly feeling that grows and dissipates. It comes and goes, starting and starting over each step. At least, that’s how I resonate here with this poem. Extremely well penned and vivid!
Couldn’t agree more! Thanks for the kind words!
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