I can see the sky.
Out of this dark hole I must climb.
But the journey upwards is obstructed by this lack of motivation.
Pessimistic mind of mine.
I dream of release from this mental prison.
Mud-covered fingernails dig into the dampened walls of this depression.
Ascension seems so far off in the distance.
Rescue me from this darkened hindrance.
Rise from the murky waters of this grief.
Like a thief, steal back motivation from the beast.
One hand up. Seize, heave, and repeat.
I want relief. I want release!
Closer to the sky, I climb.
Leaving the darkness of this hole behind.
The journey upwards was obstructed by a lack of motivation.
Optimistic mind of mine.
No more tears. No more failure in my eyes.
With each new day, a whole new sunrise.
Feel the breeze against my cheek, this life was always mine.
Moving forward. What's the hurry?
I'll take it one day at a time.
Just one day at a time.