My Pit

I'm climbing, trying to get out of my personal pit.
when, all of a sudden, i reach the crest, the point where sky touches the hole.
As I look back down at the hole then out at the world, i realize something.

I realize that I have no clue as to why im climbing.
For to abandon the pit is to ignore my sweat, my hard work, my determination;
to ignore who i truly am.

And to leave that all behind would be to murder my soul;
To murder my life, and for what? A shot at the "Real World"?
Why live there when u accomplished much more climbing from a pit?

I'm not ready; not yet ready to walk in "real life"
So as I'm teetering; sitting on the edge of a deep, 16 yr-old hole in the ground, I come to a conclusion.

To choose between a life on my own, outside the protectiveness of my hole, subjected to the harsh, sometimes brutal facts of real life.
Or to start over at the bottom of a pit that I have not yet seemed to outgrow.

To choose between a second climb up the vertical walls of life, one that will prepare me for a life I cannot perceive,
or to go on with the miniscule amount of knowledge I have
and pray for some miracle.

So upon making my desicion, I climb out of the hole,
turn around to get a last fleeting glance of the real world,and start
falling backwards,
To once more begin the climb that has been my life, all over again