D I G

In so deep,

The light of day can barely be seen.

From this far down,

Everything seems so insignificant.

At the time, digging was all that mattered.

I finally had something to call my own.

Working towards something meaningful.

This is what I thought.

Now I am stuck.

There is no way I can

Climb out of this.

Not without assistance.

At such depths,

I doubt anyone could even hear if I called out.

Before I put myself in this situation,

I may of been guilty of asking for aid

When it wasn't necessarily required.

Crying wolf, if you will.

Everyone has left my side.

Or rather,

I left everyone behind.

It just felt right,

To float off on my own.

But,

I forget how forgetful I can be.

Held back by self-doubt.

Spent plenty of time skeptical of the abilities I possess.

Sitting in seclusion, clipping my wings.

I fought hard to believe in my potential.

Mustering up the courage and confidence that was desperately sought.

When I thought I reached what I was truly seeking,

I made the leap.

Flying too close to the sun.

Unstable from all the feathers removed,

And came crashing back down to earth.

How foolish of me.

For trusting in my abilities.

It is a very thin line to walk and it is hard not to get caught up

In overconfidence.

If you don't believe, you won't achieve shit.

I have struggled my entire life to find a balance.

Every compass I hold

Cracks under pressure

From the burden

I hold above my head.

So everything feels

Like it's constantly spinning out of control.

The main reason I never utilize my strengths.

And that

Is how it feels

To dig your own grave.