Out of the pit

Pit living...
It is the pits!
I sat at the bottom of one this week,
tied up with ropes of past hurt and memories.
Bondage.
There was no freedom,
there was no fresh air.
Release came as words were spoken.
My eyes let the tears flow that had been safely held there.
Vulnerable.
Trusting.
I am out of that pit now.
Joy is back taking it's familiar seat in my heart.
Full.
I am back.