by Cheryl Merrick
*Though grateful to be able to still
take a deep breath
care for myself
and walk around a little,
I cringe as I sink back into
the snake pit,
as my old life envelops me.
Once again I am in its clutches
suffering as it squeezes the breath out of me,
leaving me dull and dazed,
with my head reeling in pain,
my body exhausted,
my mind muddled,
and my spirit depressed.
In the pit I huddle,
helpless and imprisoned,
confined, once again, to my home,
my independence dissolving
as I am left a blankly staring lump.
*October 2016 I collapsed back into adrenal exhaustion after months of moving stress, the stress of trying to sell our old home, and the physical stress of falling on my face on cement
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