Everything is alright.

You can pry it from my cold dead hands.

Pull it from me as easy as a snake from a hole.

I will cling to it as long as my strength lasts.

I have worked hard to get here.

Nothing will take it away from me before the inevitable time.

***

Of course I know my strength will not last.

I will eventually be forced to let go.

Sliding backwards like Sisyphus inevitably.

Pulled from my comfortable little hole I dug out for myself.

The feeling of alright a temporary status.

A set expiration date that can be willingly surrendered early if you let it.

***

I will return.

The hole does not disappear the moment I leave.

All it requires is the effort to return.

The climb back up the hill to a view I can enjoy.

Then I can rest again.

Then I will be alright.