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The Rabbit Hole

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(Image courtesy of and copyrighted by Eric Martin)

sometimes i’ll tell myself and the world
i’ve finally moved forward

then i fall back into the rabbit hole
and wonder what happened

i know i was authentic in that singular moment…

as a fell, i wondered… was it a lie?

why do i keep falling backwards,
only to claw my way back up?

maybe these rabbit holes are life’s way
of making sure i’ve moved forward truly.

i notice each time i made it back up top,
the climb was a bit shorter, a bit easier

the air, the sun, the sky, the flowers i saw again
shone with more strength than last time
as if my new world was becoming
more real, more stronger.

so now each time
i declare and i fall

i fall a little freer,
a little lighter,
a little stronger

because soon all i will have left to fall into is my soul.

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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