I Live in a Hole
I live in a hole, in a hole, in a hole
in a hole, in a hole, in a hole
I am spinning down fast in the hole with my whole
The whole of my whole of my soul
Here in my hole, in my hole, in my hole
in my hole, in my hole, in my whole
I wish I felt whole again, whole again, whole again
Here in my hole, in my whole
I want to be whole again, whole again, whole again
While I’m here in my hole to be whole
There’s a hole in my whole, in the hole of my whole
Here in my whole, there’s a hole
There’s a hole in the whole of my soul, of my soul
There’s a hole in the whole of my soul
Take out this hole in the whole of my soul
Take out this hole in my whole
In the whole of my hole, it is most of my hole
Not all of my whole has a hole
I know that I know that I know with my whole
That my soul will be, will be whole
So I wait in this hole, in this hole in my soul
I wait, knowing my soul will be whole
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.