I am living in a swamp of confusion.
Living in a swamp of uncertainty.
And sinking deeper into a pit in which I’ve stumbled upon…
Not knowing how I can escape.
This pit, known as defeat
Is trying to pull me into its world unknown…
And trying, as it may, I have not given up…
For I have something to grasp onto…
A rope… of life, love, and light.
A light so bright, I wonder how it came to be in a swamp so dark and dreary.
The pit and the rope are opposites,
Yet of equal strength they pull…
Which will win me over?
It’s like a tug-of-war,
And it’s tearing me apart!
I’m so confused!
The pit is winning…
I feel destroyed, defeated,
I’ve nearly given up…
But I can’t… I can’t give up!
I’m just a few feet away from freedom…
But a few feet too many, I’m afraid.
I don’t know what to do…
I’m so confused!
…Wait…I get it now…
I am the swamp…and the swamp is me…
There’s no fighting it, now.
Defeat is apart of me…
How do you fight yourself?
I feel as though I’ve been fighting it all my life…
No wonder I always lost… it’s a losing battle…
~Rhiannon 10-28-96 revised 1-8-04
