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.
Copyright © Collin Wolfer | Year Posted 2016
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