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.

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