When you find yourself in a hole, and the hole seems deeper every day
and the sides steeper in every way,
when you keep on slipping towards the bottom
and all the good things have been forgotten,
and the size of your life closes in
and feels so small it’d fit in the bin,
when all the books on the shelf look pompous
and all the self-help feels self-conscious,
when all the podcasts sound the same
and everything on Netflix a silly game,
and what you want is nothing at all
because nothing, it seems, can change at all,
and so you decide to hide away
and lie in bed and cry today,
and the thought of going out is tiring
and the view from the window uninspiring
and you sit and put your head in your hands
and wonder, how can this be in God’s plans?
It’s precisely then you need to get up,
get in the shower and get cleaned up,
put on some clothes that aren’t so soft
and walk out the door before you get lost.
And go to the sea or into the woods,
somewhere away from your neighbourhood,
without any walls, and away from buildings,
away from cars and concrete paving,
where the surfaces aren’t straight and the lines aren’t square,
where the branches and clouds pattern the air
and the sun and the breeze whisper with ease
to come back to the world, come back please.
And if you have someone to go with, all the better,
they needn’t even be your best friend ever,
just someone to draw you out your own head
and thinking about other things instead.
Then come back and call your mum, call a brother,
call one friend or another.
And you’ll see,
life is no longer closing in,
it’s beginning to open up again.