One day you’re fine,
you’re on top of the world,
full of wonder, purpose, design,
and enough energy to navigate
on an ocean of beckoning life.
Like a cormorant that dives deep
and surfaces with a beak full of fish,
like a hawk that swoops
and rises with the food that matters,
yo u’re in love with the melody of every day life.
Until the day you wake
with a tetchy throat,
raw retching cough,
a nose that dribbles,
and you’re streaming down
into a conviction
there is no way back,
there is only one highway
to the other side,
and the road is rough enough
to erase the memory and melody
of a life you used to think was grand.
A broken wing, a blinded eye,
a crippled hunter,
all paradise lost,
the wilderness of unrelenting self pity.
And you know it will have its way with you,
And you know there’s no fighting back,
no resurrection overnight,
but hours to wait, and drugs,
the chemistry of recovery.
And you are left looking
through the only question
that matters to you,
the only mystery that matters any more:
When will I fall apart and lose my heart,
One thought on “Falling apart”
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