THE HOLE by Ann Christine Tabaka


I was thoughtlessly placed in a hole,
Neglected and forgotten.
Over the years I have dug myself in,
Deeper and deeper.
Trying to hide my existence from the world,
Feeling quite sorry for myself.
Then you came along,
And provided me with a ladder.
So I began the slow, painful climb upward,
Out of my little rut.
Now when the whole world seems to be caving in around me,
I think of you.
How you cared enough to hold out your hand,
And help me up.
Life is too short,
And I refuse to be buried alive …

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

2 Replies to “THE HOLE by Ann Christine Tabaka”

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.