Rock Bottom

When dreams take a back seat
to destiny;
darkness hovering

like that old friend you
thought you’d never see again,
rubbing his hands together,
just before the fall.

You find out what they meant
by rock bottom;

try to crawl, scratch
and claw your way out,
when you realize

your saving grace
was there all the time
waiting to take your hand,
pull you to your feet
and wipe away the hurt.

Press in close

and let rushing winds
resuscitate tattered sails.
Breathe deep,

spread those beautiful wings
and just fly.

~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #7)


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