And when you fall, you pick yourself back up
It said so in the lullaby
But it did not talk about the other stuff
You know, the stuff in the trenches
In the wells?
Because,
Because sometimes I fell that deep
And it was so dark
But that was not the bad part
The darkness I’m quite used to
It got so dark long before I fell
It was the trenches first
The first fall
Get up you say?
Nobody talks about the shackles
The shackles in the trenches?
They got ahold of my ankles
But see, that was not even the worst part
They kept getting tighter and tighter… tighter
Get out you say?
You don’t know about the pain from beneath my feet
It’s like nails clawing at them from underneath
Slowly, painfully
All the while, my feet held to the ground
It’s like trying to lift my foot from a world of murk
And I try and try…try
And my head hurts
And my chest hurts
But then,
Then I feel myself move
I’m so exhausted
It takes me a while
A while to realize I’m falling
Again
Only this time,
This time it’s a well
And the shackles are everywhere
Everywhere
And it’s not just nails
It’s hooks as well
And they dig and dig…dig
I try in vain to catch the darkness
It’s all that there is