I lay here
My face on the floor,
My mouth is dryer than the desert I am surrounded by,
My lungs burn with every breath I take.
This is what it feels like to be at my lowest point.
The journey to this point I cannot recall,
All that resonates
Within my mind, my heart and my soul
Are the warnings I buried,
I buried them so deep in the pit of myself
This grave I created began to overflow,
Which is how I find myself in this position.
It took many moments of clarity
To arrive at this conclusion,
Is it the right one?
Who knows but it is mine.
I have been swaying
Back and forth
Up and down in an indecisive wind.
For months I have felt this way,
But I could not bring myself
To accept the pain and failure
Which I had once again
Brought upon myself.
Why do I continue to lie,
My face in the dirt,
I know where I am,
And now I have the clarity of an informed mind to get back up…
Thank you for your continued support,