We each have found
that hole,
that keeps us under our own
perspective of life.
Till that one who grabs
that handle,
and digs for you.
digging deeper, wider.
On the precipice of falling
into this void of there making,
they stare deeply.
Looking at him asking.
"Why,
*"What is a hole, if its sides
are not vertical.*
Looking perplexed at the words
of this stranger...
"Not every hole has to be yours,
"But when we work together,
"We create the steps to walk upon.
"You have to dig deep to find the way out,
Were all have our own holes,
sometimes burying us deep.
But when a voice of another speaks of
there moments,
and how they fell deeper.
It only takes those steps of thought
to eventually realize
that not ever hole buries us.
But we can eventually step out.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
We each have found
that hole,
that keeps us under our own
perspective of life.
Till that one who grabs
that handle,
and digs for you.
digging deeper, wider.
On the precipice of falling
into this void of there making,
they stare deeply.
Looking at him asking.
"Why,
*"What is a hole, if its sides
are not vertical.*
Looking perplexed at the words
of this stranger...
"Not every hole has to be yours,
"But when we work together,
"We create the steps to walk upon.
"You have to dig deep to find the way out,
Were all have our own holes,
sometimes burying us deep.
But when a voice of another speaks of
there moments,
and how they fell deeper.
It only takes those steps of thought
to eventually realize
that not ever hole buries us.
But we can eventually step out.
