I dug a hole for
myself. Six feet deep. I crouched in it
and all at once a feeling of false security. But soon after i felt the undertones of the hole. Lethargy,
melancholy and deep sorrow overwhelmed me. I realized that there were monsters
in this pit. They were deplorable and loathsome creatures. They were
frightening fiends that delved into my heart and showed me the murkiest
recesses. And though I was sure I could see their silhouettes against the walls
of the pit, I knew they were monsters that lived and grew on my mind. They
replayed the things I wished to forget; the shameful sterling truths ,
disgusting doubts and remorseful regrets of my life. They accentuated my
shortcomings. They took my self image and twisted it to show me a self that couldn’t
be myself; and yet I knew with surety that it was.
I dug a hole for
myself. I exposed myself to this. I alone can grapple with my adversary. I knew
this with absolute conviction. Yet with
my adversary mutilating my reality and distorting my thoughts, I found
it difficult to plan out the best way in which I could win this war; or if i could win it at all.
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