Undying

Falling, but is there anyone else?
Or is this my fate? Mine alone.
No. No, I'm not falling. Rather,
Rising? To the surface. Yes.
My arms protrude through this mound of ground.

But I can't reach anything.
Not yet. Though, people pass.
I know they see me.
They may graze my fingers,
But I can't grasp anything.

I guess I'll just wait 'til I grow.
Grow out of this dirty hole.
Until then, I hang from the ceiling by my arms.
Peaking at the light of...
What could be.
But isn't.

Not quite yet.