we all want
to reach chapter five.
the chapter in portia nelson's
succinct
and difficult poem.
how easily
we slip into holes
time and time
again.
climbing out
as if we had no clue
they were
there to begin with.
some holes
are deeper than others.
some are shallow
full of old rain water.
we repeat the chaos
of our lives thinking it's
home.
some holes you can
never get out of without
divine intervention.
without courage,
without knowing
where the bottom
lies,
but you can, so
let's find another street
to walk on.
another place
to be.
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