Everlasting Vicious Circle Breaks
Everlasting vicious circle Breaks
Up again,
Only to slip into the dark.
I wait for hands to pick me up,
White-knuckled and holding on,
Until I finally fall in
The circle never breaks.
Steady for a second,
Then the floor gives way.
Gripping tight until my palms ache,
Up again.
Off balance, but not alone.
Someone pulls me from the shadows
and plants my feet on solid ground.
I hold on, eyes toward the light,
breaking the circle to become my hope
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