Every time I open up my eyes,

I find it harder to be open minded to positivity

with each passing day.

There's always something that seems to push my already-slipping hands off of the branch that I am desperately trying to hold onto.

I swear, there's always a situation that hangs in the struggle trees.

How can one swim through mud that is so thick?

How can one make make their way out of quicksand that looks to gobble up every helpless body that it can get?

I'm getting my way out by any means.

I'm not going to get stuck in my adult years.