They’re not getting you anywhere

away from a divorce

death of a child

and a violent assault

Nor will this digging shallow escape you

from overcrowding

witnessing violence,

and a guilty conscience

Avoiding, denying, targeting, attacking,

are the little holes you keep digging into

There is no escape

found in them to be found.
A move, loss of job, and estrangement,
no insurance

The little holes

Where are you going to?
You won’t get far

You’re still on the surface of what is really what you are digging away from.

Standing back

And away

from,

seeing the many little holes you have dug

Decide or not to think this over.
What have you been doing?
How did you begin doing this?
Where did you get the idea that this was a good idea?
Who told you it was,

and how did it make you feel?

Who is cheering you on to keep on with this piddling digging?

The trowel of thoughts you’ve been digging with is trivial.

The worthwhile hole all along to be dug,

where do you think it was?

Go back over there,

taking along your most significant piece of deep digging equipment –

it’s your brain’s fully aware and acceptance of its impending physical death.
It’s with this remarkable digging deep tool

where what you’ve been all along

and are still looking for now –

will be finally, and with genuine relief, found.

©️December 2024 Much Love, Deb Poems