The more I fight
The deeper I fall
It’s hard to be idled for too long.
No need to escape
When I dug this hole
It’s like the more I climb out
I keep adding sand below.
What to do when the cycle repeats?
Each step I take,
Feels like it’s turned against me.
But this state of mind won’t bury me
I fought too long to let this define me.

M.STEIN