The Pit

Feel it now

that failure carved beneath your ribs,
that rejection pulsing with your heartbeat,
that shadow dictating your thoughts,
that despair sinking your breath,
that chaos crawling down your spine,
all whispering truths you've spent lifetimes avoiding.

This is destruction
This is reckoning
This is your descent.

Not a fall, but a pilgrimage into your own abyss,
where despair and faith play in the shadows,
where ego and pride date in the shadows,
where destruction and creation fuck in the shadows,
breeding something savage and holy,
something with no name but YOURS truly.

Accept it
Welcome it
Step into it.

Greet each step of descent with a smile,
Let the walls close around you like a womb,
Let the cold freeze every coward thought,
let the pressure crush every borrowed dream,

Let the rage disintegrate it all,
every mask you wore,
every lie about who you had to be.

Feel the breaking.
Savor the unraveling.

Let it be brutal, necessary and sacred.
Let your old gods char like paper,
Let your attachments crumble to ash,
until there's nothing left but raw truth
and the primordial breath of your survival.

This is where you die without dying,
where the self you dragged down
burns in the fiery furnace of your own becoming.

And in that sacred destruction

Listen to hear.
Watch to see.
Touch to feel.

Beneath the chaos of collapsing,
beneath the weight of losses,
beneath the drowning shadow,
there's this ancient rhythm,
this forge-beat hammering in your soul:

I AM BEING REMADE

Each breath in the pit is a strike to the self,
each moment of enduring is the tempering,
each embrace of the pit forges the soul anew.

The bottom is not the end.
The bottom is the beginning.

It is the solace of those that yearn,
The safe haven of those that conquered,
The home of those that became emperors,
The womb of those that tilt the earth.

And when you've touched it,
when you've laid your hands at the end,
and felt the pulse of your own foundation,
Then you rise.

Not climbing out,
Not erupting upward like magma.

But transformed by the pressure,
forged by the depths,
the pit becomes you, its wisdom your marrow.

You ascend not as you were,
but as what the pit became in your presence:

TEMPERED. WHOLE. UNBREAKABLE.

A seer who knows the bottom
and what it builds,

a warrior who walked through their own hell
and came back with tartarus in their veins.

The pit is yours.
The pit is in you.
The pit is home.

Descend with intent.
Descend fearless.
Rise with creation.
Transcend with glory.