Two years
of stumbling, tripping, and falling,
crying, screaming, and calling
as I reached my hand out
a second too soon,
a minute too late.
Two years of crumbling,
watching my pieces diminish,
dreams toppling and fumbling
as I sink.
For two years
I plummeted,
forlorn and demoralized,
desperately paralyzed
in disappointment.
But I’ve finally hit the ground,
wind knocked out;
I violently take my first gasp
to fill my emptied lungs,
heaving dirt clods that clung
and clasped,
holding me in a choke-hold.
Tears flow incessantly in cathartic pain
as I finally lift my blood-stained face
and climb out of this place.
