Snakepits

How do we turn the battle into something positive when life sometimes feels like we are living in a snake pit?
In the pit, I braided positive energy into a living amulet—soft, warm, and personal. Each breath gathered inner light; small acts of self-kindness sparked resilience. I wore optimism like a scarf, turning danger into motion. The snakes hissed and the ground slicked with regret, but my interior sun kept glowing, transforming the pit from a prison into a proving ground where surviving meant translating energy into action and stubborn persistence.