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Mar 2013
i can see the bottom
ive been there
i dont want to go back
i can see the top
ive been there
i strive to reach for it
its out of reach, just barely
if only i had a stepping stone
only i dont
i only have my body
breaking fingernails
trying to climb
scraping knees and elbows
will i make it?
i hope so
going down is no longer an option
how i wish it was
i wish i could drop
i whisper to the dark
"what do i do?"
no reply
keep climbing
eventually ill get out of this hole
not soon enough
at least i can see light this time
and theres a hand at the top
once i get there hell help me up
but i have to get there first
he shouts words of encouragement
as i slip
continue onward and upward
as i die inside
i keep headed up
perhaps ill make it back up
i hope so.
natalie anderson
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natalie anderson  massachussetts
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