I’ve been digging in.
Down in the dirt again.
Hoping to find my
courage and confidence.
.
So low,
and so afraid.
Watching the darkness
come my way.
.
I should have been prepared,
but I’m so scared,
and I’m
already ready to die.
.
Got to keep
digging this hole.
If I can’t find myself,
get control,
then at least I’ve made
a place for me to hide.
.
Turns out,
this hole is a grave,
and the name
on it is mine.
.
So now I,
guess I’ve gone
and struck a nerve
deep in myself.
.
Got to climb up
and find my
sense of purpose.
.
I’m not going
to dig in and hide.
I’m not going
to lay down and die.
.
I’m not out of the fight.
It’s just so easy
to let the fear
take your mind;
and keep digging.
.
.
HG – 2020