This hole I’m in,
I didn’t dig it,
Not purposefully.
My foot slipped,
Earth cascaded away beneath me
And
Before I knew it,
I was knee deep in a muddy hole.
I tried to step out,
But I didn’t try hard;
A knee deep hole is easy to step from,
I thought,
So, unconcerned, I rested a while,
Catching my breath.
I hadn’t expected the hole to grow,
But it did.
I’m trying hard to get out of it now,
But it’s getting bigger,
And each time I claw against the sides
Of this hole,
My hole,
It grows larger still.
It’s starting to feel like home.
Pooky's Poems 
I lament your environment and seeming isolation. But I can still reach you from here, hang on to me tight.
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It will never be home because we won’t let it. We will be banging on that door insisting you come out to play. We have ropes, ladders and all sorts to help so it won’t be the climb you fear xxx
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Ugh, holes that take so much effort to get out of but then start to become familiar, horrid 😦
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Sorry you can relate to this. X
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