As the Sun Rises (4)

Deeper 

I find that I’m good at

digging myself into pits of despair.

I dig until I reach anxiety 

or insecurity or loneliness,

and fear tricks me into living there. 

I am afraid of going deeper so I sit,

and then I make it my normal,

as if living surrounded by crumbling walls

inside my head

could ever be what you designed for me.

see, I forget about how deep you are.

for there are no depths of man

where you are not deeper still.

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