This poem was written years ago. In it, I attempt to describe going through the motions of everyday life amidst personal suffering. There have been days since my dad’s death where my life resembles this poem once again: I check off tasks and carry out conversations, all while feeling stuck somewhere much deeper inside, unable to be fully present.
However, as I read this back years later, I know those empty days are temporary.
If you are currently experiencing the life of “The Pit and the Shell”, do not feel ashamed. You are not alone. But also know there is hope. Affliction is momentary, and restoration is coming.
Welcome to life
Down in the pit
Nothing but space
But you barely fit
You can peer over top
And watch how the Shell
Lives your life without you
But no one can tell
Go on and jump
Stomp, kick, and scream
The Shell cannot hear you
And you can’t get free
Soon you’ll give up
Resign to a stare
As the Shell lives your life
Hollow, without a care
Wilting Roses 