Poetry

Stuck

in a hole

with no possible way to get out.

I try to think of ways that would end up with me

looking down at that hole and knowing I made it out.

But, even when it feels like I’ve made it out the next day

I’m back where I started and lately it feels like I can’t shake it off.

I need to pour dirt in the hole so there is no way to get back down there again

but only time will tell if I make it out of this hole with all that am still attached.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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