I look up
And see the entrance
The only way out of this hole.

I have dug
Far, far above are clouds
My eyes blink away the water
It falls on my face
Running rivlets through the mud in my hair.

I wipe away the rain
And try to find a place for my hands,
To grasp
To pull me out.

I heave myself up a few feet
My bare feet find holes to stand in,
Slowly, I rise
Ascending the slick walls.

I brace myself against the sides
The climb may be long,
And I may be weary
At times, I slip down again.

But one day, I'll reach the top
Only to find,
The Earth is filled with thousands of holes
Each hiding someone else.