I am clawing my way out of a hole. A hole I cannot see, touch, nor feel. I’m merely encircled in it. Ever find yourself encircled by a circle? Entwined in a vine? Entranced in expanse? Oy Vey, I shall stop there! Enough with the quasi rhyme-y, alliteration wanna be(s).
My hole is easily defined, for it is wallpapered with ingratitude. I shall therefore attempt to remember (this phrase is key, for when one is under a great deal of stress, remembering things–the right things–is a challenge) to set my thoughts upon the Heavenly before touching my feet to the ground. I shall attempt to remember to greet my Almighty Father first thing in the morning, before I lift my head from my pillow. And by doing so, the redecorating process begins.
Another song to help lift the spirit…
living in loss and gratitude 
The Noise