Pisaries Creator

Down in the pit,

it’s not so dark or lonely here,

as some said,

those that speak before knowing the truth.

When I was in the pit,

not so long ago,

the third week of the fourth month,

the sun a warm memory,

I stood in understanding.

When nights followed another in the pit,

close on my heels,

a new answer came,

and peace spread within me,

time to go up.