Darkest Deepest Pit

Darkest deepest pit.  Memories of times past lay withered and faded in the old trunk.

She picks them up, one by one and stares at the thing she holds in her hand.

She feels sadness, feels anger, at times a nothingness, vague memories, no emotion.

Tears refuse to shed as the heart denies any feelings. The mind is clouded with thoughts that mean nothing.

Thoughts that go nowhere followed by yet more nothingness. A way is closed, a path lost and forgotten.

What is the meaning, where is the purpose? Nothingness does not reply – emptiness remains silent.

She is in the midst of the dark night of her soul.

 

Emotions begin to creep in. Walls are thrown up as she blocks any feeling that might open things. Denial, refusal to remember.

Doors slam shut and only the silence of nothing remains. No reason, no meaning, only the keeper of the black void.

Demons, spirits surround her. From the darkest deepest pit they come and taunt her.

So easy, oh, so easy to lie down and let the void take her to a death of bliss where no pain no thoughts exist. Let the Angel of Death take me now she begs.

Darkness deepest pit

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Somewhere, someone, so far away yet oh so close, was once there for her. Someone who could heal her and once took her beyond the darkness by taking her through the darkness.

The edge was ever close, tempting, beckoning and one night she jumped off to nothingness and into darkness.

How long? Where has it taken her and how long must she stay?

Is there not something she had once wanted? Somewhere she wanted to go? Questions, so many questions creeping in that displace the nothingness.

The mind starts working again, the heart begins once again to yearn and cry out for someone. Who and where?

Long ago, a time where she could see without her eyes, touch without her hands and hear a voice from afar.

 

A voice ~

I will take you back to him, a voice says. He is still there, waiting.

A form, a spirit rises in front of her. The one who had always been with her, Spiritual Guide, who is even now there.

She looks up at him and cries out in her despair. Tears finally flow, burning her face, as she remembers the teacher who wanted to help her find her true home.

Spirit holds out a hand to her. Let me lift you up, he is waiting.

And she stands, holding out her hand to Spirit.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

10 thoughts on “Darkest Deepest Pit

  • June 4, 2016 at 4:13 PM
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    This took me to a place that was dark and foreboding, then she found her spirit. Beautifully penned Phyllis!

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    • June 4, 2016 at 10:11 PM
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      Thank you, Ruby, for the kind comment. She sank so low she was almost lost her self and spiritual path. Darkness of the soul in a way helps us to learn more about our truths. Thanks again.

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  • June 4, 2016 at 8:15 PM
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    A beautiful story of one lost finding her spirit to have the strength to move on. Some lovely and evocative imagery and prose to touch the heart. Nice work Phyllis.

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    • June 4, 2016 at 10:14 PM
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      Thank you, Tony. It is not easy to come back up from such a dark place, but those with a strong spirit will find the way. Such an experience can really help one to grow even stronger. Thanks for the very kind words.

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  • June 4, 2016 at 8:24 PM
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    So many do go to that darkness or nothingness and do not get to come back. So glad you had the hopeful ending. Well done.

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  • June 4, 2016 at 10:18 PM
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    Thank you, Jackie. I have know some people who could not come back for a long time, some never, and it is so sad. Those are the ones who need constant help. Those who make it through are stronger than before. Thanks again.

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  • June 5, 2016 at 9:00 AM
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    The darkness is an uneasy place to enter and return from. I’ve been to it on many occasions. Thankfully the spirits have returned my soul, yet I know that darkness will claim me again and again. My restless spirit lingers between light and dark. One day one or the other will claim me. Very nicely penned Phyllis. You took your reader on a spiritual journey indeed. Well done.

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    • June 5, 2016 at 9:58 AM
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      It is indeed an uneasy place to be, Vincent. To have faith in our Self can keep that glimmer, no matter how dim, within sight to enable one to call upon our Spirit and reach up. Thank you for reading and commenting, Vincent. I so appreciate it.

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