Rock Bottom
Rock bottom isn’t what I thought it would be
The sky’s still blue, your friends haven’t changed but somehow you hope that you do
Jagged rock that met your fall slowly erodes away
Like sand, softened by your fears that are washed away
By the tears that fall like heavy rain in the sticky heart of summer
The bed of earth that broke your fall becomes soft
As the waters of relief wash away any shards
That got caught in your flesh when the sky opened up
And reigned down with the karmic
Force of lessons that need to be well learned
Before your muscles find the strength to rise again
But soft sandstone offers deep peace
Compared to the harsh edges of boulders that broke your fall
Surrender to the rain
And let the shame be washed away
Just cactus flowers in a desert storm in May
Let the shame be washed away
A level ground provides a sturdy place to stand,
Rebuild foundations on newly graded land
You may have lost who you were in the floods
But you didn’t even know who the fuck that person was
A mask made for plays, farce and tragedy alike,
only living the ways you were told were right
But masks never last, the play always ends
And what you are left with suddenly brings hope again
Rock bottom isn’t what I thought it would be
The reality of failure always knocks on your door
But relief, it is sweet even when you are bruised,
Failure fuels the fire to build something new
Rock bottom isn’t what I pictured before
A place to kick off when you’re strong once more
And when you need to rest your bones,
The earth rises to meet you holding the weight of your woes
I’ve never know peace like the silence of nights,
Pressed against the earth upheld by her might
Canyon hymns, echoes of regret
From those who have fallen before
Their cries aching laments
Like phantoms in the wind
Even weeds grow flowers through cement
Screams of resistance
I turn my face to the sky
The songs of stone crying
Winds fan flames with passion
That births life anew
Dreams born from stone,
Death always promises new
Rock bottom isn't what I thought it would be
Life, the pause between,
Always shedding light on the gift of failing
The stumble to the ground,
The chance to start again,
Sow new earth with the seeds of possibilities
Wild flowers never,
Question where to grow
Carried on the breeze until they find their way back home
Grow with the flow
Until they find their way back home
Grow with the flow
Until I find my way back home
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