Working In the Dark

I feel like I've dug a hole so deep it's better to distract myself from the fact that I'm dwelling in it I create while I live underground, buried but not dead. I slowly dig tunnels, looking for a way out, I won't quit I contract from fear too often and I'm starting to understand why. I'm afraid of failure and success, which freezes me in limbo I expand in short moments of grandeur, not long enough to take a stand but long enough to reassure that I should not go I've learned that passion is worth fighting for, beneath the crushing weight, the misguided hate, I know I have the potential to be great I've learned that life is worth dying for, as I stagger through the darkness, finding my way; I must help myself and elevate