Rebirth

I have come to the point where once again I find myself in the gutters, having to claw my way back up inch by inch. Perhaps the only thing different this time around is that it's not the grades that I have to fetch out of these maddening depths. No. It can't be that, of course. Those days were supposedly done, buried six feet under like many a faded memory. In any case though, it's more of a crevice now. A benign crack on the wall, if you will.

To fall into the well. To bid the bedazzled, a fleeting adieu. To seek, and in my blindness find inaccessible light.