Cracks

Through the cracks I fall,

Waiting for the moment of certainty,

So I can grab a handhold and regain stability.

Drifting further, and further away, 

I know this will hurt.

Faster and deeper I fall,

Seemingly forever through a pit of uncertainty,

Waiting for the moment of peace.

Clinging to what is known,

Only breaks free and sends me falling once again.

The bottom is nearing,

But it has been for a while now.

Through the cracks I fall,

Waiting anxiously for an answer.

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