Some Days I’m In Too Deep

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nd fourteen nights, dreaming</p><p id="e026">I think about walking down those stairs and finding a small crevice in the basement to climb into, just to be alone without the distractions of life but even if I did find that place I would miss what makes me tired and what takes the wind out of my sail because that is just part of life</p><p id="dd41">Life was never meant to be all highs and our lows are always a test to see if we can withstand the rigor and rise back up, tired, but alive</p><p id="4f41">Still, some days I’m in too deep and my mind drones with the gentle hum of a reverberating fan, blowing air back into the breath I was holding</p><p id="653f">Deep isn’t lost, it’s just farther from the surface than you were and some days we like to see just how low we

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can go before we choose to come back up and that’s ok, really, it is You are ok I am ok This is just one of those days</p><p id="6397">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="6756">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="2c97" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-hole-e3765ab4a5e7"> <div> <div> <h2>The Hole</h2> <div><h3>A Poem About Darkness</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*IDxo4z6RquVUk_NI)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

Some days I’m in too deep The world tossing dirt on me waiting for me to accept my fate beneath the surface, lost hope

But even when I am so far down there is no thought of staying there because what’s on top of the rubble is too good, even when it’s bad and even when I can’t control it and want to sleep for fourteen days and fourteen nights, dreaming

I think about walking down those stairs and finding a small crevice in the basement to climb into, just to be alone without the distractions of life but even if I did find that place I would miss what makes me tired and what takes the wind out of my sail because that is just part of life

Life was never meant to be all highs and our lows are always a test to see if we can withstand the rigor and rise back up, tired, but alive

Still, some days I’m in too deep and my mind drones with the gentle hum of a reverberating fan, blowing air back into the breath I was holding

Deep isn’t lost, it’s just farther from the surface than you were and some days we like to see just how low we can go before we choose to come back up and that’s ok, really, it is You are ok I am ok This is just one of those days

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