Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost All but a spark of hope left to keep warm But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs Until the light day fills your sight Left blinded no more Dig Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will Dig Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases. And you can say: This will not be my grave.