I’ve stumbled into the nettles, stung my hardest part.
I dip to my knees in the dirt below, I can see the imprint my body has made.
I could choose to finish my journey here and stay beneath the bushes,
Or I could choose to live and grow in the life I have been given.
do a transpirate to the next level of my future, with no true idea of who I am?
I see the cracks beneath me start to crumble with pieces of me falling to the bottom.
the light is a past memory, as I have been spellbound by the darkness in my path.
I turn back and back again, I feel the damp dirt roll over my skin, Then
I feel a spirit overcome my motivation, I reach and reach, I jump with purpose, I hope with all my might…
I feel the light on my skin, It sends the doubt of progress to the hole.
And I know, No matter how the hole can hold me down, The hole can never take me away.
3rdofthe3rd.
This is so beautiful! Love the last sentence especially!!
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Thank you for your comment, I always try to write as freely as possible.
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