Hope
Rock bottom
People talk about it like they know what it means
Have I been there
I know I've been close
But I believe there is still farther to go down
But just how much farther
Something tells me I just might find out
No matter how far I've fallen I always manage to drag myself to slightly more stable ground
My knees staining the ground below rusty with my blood
Bone showing through flesh
A pain I no longer feel
I've become numb to most sensation
Like a protective barrier a bubble around my heart
Slowly I get to my feet and begin the careful administration of my wounds
Past scars a testament to battles fought and won
My ability to stand at all no longer a shock
My growing knowledge of stitching jagged wounds and setting shattered bones has been battle born
I am proud of these scars and these skills
I don't think I believe in rock bottom after all
I will not succumb until I'm dead
This journey finally over and the next yet to begin
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019
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