one of life's excavations
Other times you find that you have fallen into a hole that you may have helped dig, and it's dark in there but after a while it's somewhat comforting, that darkness. that confusion... until you look up and see the light pouring in through the top of the hole... there's something blue up there with white puffiness, a promise for a brighter tomorrow. 'Throw me a shovel.' I'm going to dig me a staircase right up into that vast sky and press on into the 'morrow.
Thank goodness for friends who though they stand there not quite knowing what to do as you fall, they still remain your friend after all is said and done. They are there to toss you the shovel. Sure, the hole is barely big enough but you've wiggled some and made room for it to land beside you and miss your head. You begin to dig into the sides of the hole and fill the place where your feet once stood, and slowly but surely you rise above it all... But nothing seems to matter now, you're on your way out into the big blue yonder.
Thank goodness for friends who though they stand there not quite knowing what to do as you fall, they still remain your friend after all is said and done. They are there to toss you the shovel. Sure, the hole is barely big enough but you've wiggled some and made room for it to land beside you and miss your head. You begin to dig into the sides of the hole and fill the place where your feet once stood, and slowly but surely you rise above it all... But nothing seems to matter now, you're on your way out into the big blue yonder.
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