I Am Stuck

Every day is the same

The difference, only apparent when looking to Yesterday

I turn to the past for relief

For it is behind me,

In the rear view mirror of my life

That the truth often reveals itself.

Frustrated, at the fact that I can only ever move forward

I can never hold the gems the past has to offer in my hands

The diamonds, hidden in suffrage

The pearls, strung around ignorant necks

And every day...remains the same

I wake up

I ascend upwards, higher to the clouds

Upwards higher, into the stars

Upwards higher, into black nothingness

Stagnation eats away at me and I let it

I have come to realize

That I romanticize my regression

I sit in awe, at how much I have not grown

Not even realizing, I am have achieved growth by the end of the sentence.