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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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