How do I get out of this ditch,
This hole that feels like wet tar pitch.
A place where despair does not relent,
A deep dark place, tight as a tent.
Each moment a dagger, piercing my soul,
The truth beacons, yet I’m stuck in this hole.
Saddened and bleeding, my heart cries out,
Yearning for freedom, in the shadows of doubt.
I blow bubbles around sharp edges of pain,
So the edges that cut do not incur deep penetrating wounds again.
To break free from this cycle of woe,
To embrace the truth, and let honesty flow.
Courage I seek, to face what’s real,
To heal the wounds, to finally heal.
No more playing dumb, no more lies,
I’ll face the pain, no more disguise.
Out of this shithole, I’ll rise anew,
Embracing the truth, in all that I do.
