DIGGING HOLES

It became an obsession
digging all those holes
at first they were small ones
that would trip me
I eventually learned
to patch them in
I threw the dirt back in it
Quick solutions for the holes
Then I got proud
and thought I can patch them up
whenever I had the time
So I dug more holes
And more holes
And bigger holes
I was even so proud
about the holes
and the arrogance I had
that I can fix them
not realizing I was
running out of time.

The holes were eroding
and got bigger with neglect
I started to dance around them
and didn't see one behind me
I fell in and collapsed
all the other holes
where they then became one
It was huge, dark and empty
dirty and cold
I sat on the bottom
helpless
Things looked bleak
and unattainable
Would I ever dance
on the surface again?

Then the rain came
and almost drowned me
I didn't know how to swim
but my faith helped me to float
I was able to crawl out
when the waters rose
I looked back at the pool
that once was a hole
I was thankful and
made up my mind
to use the mistakes I made
to my advantage
It is now a well
filled with crystal clear water
to quench me in the future
whenever I get thirsty.

And I have plenty of water to share.

~ Marilen J. Sarian