I’m no longer
in love with you
or at least,
I’m no longer falling.
Persistently, steadily
I am digging myself out
with my bare hands
and nothing but
the assisting
flow of life
for foothold.

I got life to do, baby.

From the depths
of my emotions
uncalculated when I
audaciously plummeted
I’ll keep pushing
until I break out
into the clarity
of real understanding
and revel in
uncompressed air

This is my struggle,
and mine alone.
You can’t lend me a hand,
or stand in my way.
I occupy this place;
it’s up to me
to vacate it.