hole.

hardships come, and knowing follows in their wake.
like cryptic hieroglyphic sketches; inevitably relevant.
standing on some edge, peering down into some infinitesimal hole.
knowing escapes me; the struggle engulfs me...now.
hardships come, and pain does pass.
like a winter chill, though, the feeling stays within the bones.
standing on that infinitesimal edge: looking down, and seeing nothing.
i cannot fathom the compromise that this journey is comprised of, dear.
please, let me know if we've got far to go; until the skies are once more clear.