I try.

Again and again.

I want progress.

I need to do better.

What type of life would I have if I never did better?

I would have never made it half as far.

***

Then I sit up here with my satellite view and despair.

No progress has been made.

Still in the exact same environment I started in.

Walled in on all sides and left without a shovel.

In those moments I ask myself the unsaid question.

Why even try?

***

What I should should have used was a microscope instead of a satellite.

Focused on what I have been able to do in the area I am in.

The way I have built up what I have.

I was never meant to move mountains or escape the cage.

I was the cleaner of the dark all along.

Taking a horrible location and making it good again.