I try, I try
To get out of the darkness
But one foot is in light
and the other in despair

Why don’t I want to be
fully immersed in light?

Maybe I don’t want others
To see me stripped bare
Or
I don’t want to acknowledge
My own ugliness

I am the fool
Who bites
Into the same poisoned apple

Not all at once.
Barely perceivable really.
But slowly,
things are getting better.
Balance restoring.
The tides ebb and flow.
Maybe it's you,
or it could be me,
or possibly we.
Resculpting each other.
Chiseling away at hearts of stone,
and sparking flames
to warm our bones.
Miles to go, mountains to climb,
rivers to cross.
Full lungs, blurry eyes.
Its a long road,
but It's gonna be fine.