Collin Wolfer Poet Narrative

Digging Myself Out

Speechless and scattered 
As the hole began to formulate, 
Bruised and severely battered 
As the pain increased in weight. 
The crevice continued to expand 
Frightening actually how I became, 
Suddenly trapped in the ignited land 
Stuck inside what became a flame. 
My burning heart felt scared 
No motivation to even seek light, 
Seems like I really never cared 
Or even attempted the slightest fight. 
To fight for the  living of my life 
To battle my own helpless soul, 
Hopeless as I pulled out my knife 
Contemplating air and deepening the hole. 
When the fire stopped to burn 
I shivered and gasped for air, 
Pondering how living took this awful turn 
To a never ending nightmare of despair. 
Though apart of me wanted to breathe 
So I needed to dig myself out, 
At least to tame what lied beneath 
And to take the airborne route. 
Just wanted it all to end 
To give up climbing out of the hole, 
Only for my family and friend-- 
Did I still hold minimal control. 
Eventually things did change 
And it became easier to breathe, 
Feeling less deranged 
Continuing to climb from what's beneath.

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