Diggin My Way Up

Never was I a beautiful angel who floated down to the earth. I must have started much lower and dug my way up through the ground. The dirt weighed so heavily and I felt I couldn't breathe and I knew the higher I went the more I was free to move. As I push myself up the dirt and darkness become lighter and slowly I begin to realize how much restriction I really had. Movements become easier and I can see more than black. I break through the earth and the air hits me in the face for the first time. Freedom is mine. No, I am not an angel who started high in the clouds. I dug my way up from hell.