Over time, I let that seed of uncertainty Bloom into a tree. A tree which cannot be cut down for me A compulsion which befell every part of me. I had crawled back Into the rabbit hole I thought I'd never return to, but I am accustomed To avoid any leaves of self doubt amidst loved ones The dirt and earth collapsed and trickled down above me Behind me, as I burrowed deeper and deeper The more I struggle, the more I die Inevitability of darkness. What once was a seed of doubt Are roots that shelter me and remind me where I belong In a hole I choke on the world I choke on the world And I swallow its contents painfully, yet willingly