Rescue Mission (OctPoWriMo #15)
Sometimes I have to pace
Back and forth and back and forth
If I’m not careful, I trip and I fall
Headlong into the rut my dragging feet have worn into the day
Sometimes I rise easily (more or less)
Pick myself up, dust myself off
I’ve only worn away the dirt this time
And there’s still something of me left to salvage
Sometimes I lie there
In the rut, in the dirt
Without the energy to fight the weight of gravity
Of the earth or of my thoughts
Sometimes I stop struggling
Let my head fall back
Shut my eyes, shut out the world, shut out the pain
It’s easier, really, to just lie there
Always, though, you realize where I’ve gone
Lost in my head, lost in the dark
You come find me where I’ve fallen
And lift me up, back into the sunshine
Today’s offering for OctPoWriMo, a free verse based on the prompt “a change in perspective”
Soapbox By Kay 
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