Mar 2018
Hands grasp at nothing
Feet slip and slide
Down the hole
I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out
I’m in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I’ve fallen back into old patterns
All those years I spent climbing out
I’m back in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I always hated mirrors.
Feet slip and slide
Down the hole
I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out
I’m in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I’ve fallen back into old patterns
All those years I spent climbing out
I’m back in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I always hated mirrors.
Recently I feel as if I’m slipping back into who I used to be and I’ve worked so hard to not be that person anymore
