I feel like I’m stuck in a hole.
I gotta get myself out.
I step back and observe
and I’m still full of doubt.
My options seem impossible.
I gotta pick the best route.
There’s no one to help
me and myself is the bout.
All I keep thinking
is what I should do
but my brain keeps reminding
that the answer is on you.
I still gotta remember
that there’s a total of two
my higher power up above
is the only one that can pull me through.
Keep on believing
that’s his number one rule.
I’m out and free due to
my higher power’s tool.
This poem has a nice rhythm to it.
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