Crisis Point

In the depths of despair
and Hell and limbo
Sinking to floor-worn knees
Wailing and questioning
Grabbing, dragging in clenched fist
and woe-swollen heart
until numbness creeps in
and vacant stare
Mind an ever-swirling circle of mess
Body exhausted from heave and shake
Pausing.... about to leave the floor
and take that one step
it doesnt happen
Rising into comforting arms
guided into salvation
but the comfort stops
SLAP!
That's what is needed
and again...
head is extracted from arsehole
with harsh truth
SLAP!
in love and friendship and care
Feet guided back, not cold
but stronger and loved
in warm pain

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008