My Hole

Can I ever? Will I ever?
I never could. I never will.
Or so I felt.
This battle within myself – to push against the pull.
Me against my world.
My world built on delusion and confusion, love and hate,
It’s a powerful force that burns inside me,
Forever pulling against my push.
An unseen scale, weighing down my own self destruction.
It seems as though the closer I get,
THe further I really am.
A hole. Dug deep. And I’m in it.
I’m trying to free myself from this open grave,
And be in the world where freedom is the air.
But each attempt to raise up,
Brings me down to a hole that is deeper, more constricting.
My journey continues,
My struggle lives on.
Is it that I need help?
A hand lent down to pull me out?
Or is it my arm that needs to grow?

Emotionally brain-farted by: Uncle Sushi