I feel bound
To the rock
That tied me here,
Because I asked.
I asked because
I dug a hole,
Jumped in,
And then asked politely
Of the rock
To tie me up
With nothing
But my self-doubt.
The hole was 12 feet deep,
With slick walls of mud
That I made myself.
No way to climb out
Or avoid
The circumstances
Which like a cage,
I am trapped in.
My plan,
Which failed,
Was to isolate
Myself from the world,
Evade any possibilities
Of recognition
Or humiliation.
What it turned out to be
Was people staring down
At the hole and me,
Sending their love
Even though
I shut them out,
Told them I didn't need it.
At the very beginning of
My isolation,
An angel
Disguised as a...