Clarity at the Bottom of the Hole

You offered to sit and chat when you were in the area.

Two long months since we saw each other

and I feel your absence as if it were a severed hand.

But when you walked in you were a shadow of yourself.

Shoulders slumped. Eyes downcast

As if the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

Misery has a way of finding us when we’re at our highest

Convincing us that what we have is an illusion

That one day we’ll wake up and it’ll all be gone.

In doing so, it confirms what we knew all along:

that we never deserved it in the first place.

It’s not the impact we’re afraid of

It’s the descent.

Clarity comes when we’ve reached the bottom of the hole we’ve dug for ourselves.

Maybe one day we’ll find water and the reflection staring back at us will be familiar.

But until then, we just keep digging.