What Goes Down

It h.u.r.t.s. to hit the ground
When you’ve f
a
l
l
e
n from the clouds.

It knocks the -breath- from your lungs,
And the love from your s h a t t e r e d soul.
Dazed

Confused

You pass out

And wake up in a darkened room
With the heat on BLAST
and sweat dripping down your face.

Or are those -tears?-

You just wallow,
Because after all what are you good for?
Trapped in the Hell you made all your own.

But somewhere
and somehow
A light is shining,
just a pinprick on the ground
where you lay your head.

And the light is enough
To make you lift your head up ^

And with a renewed determination
You

R
I
S
E

from the ashes of the bridges you burned,
and with      beneath your ragged nails
dirt
You b r e a k through the barrier,
and s.t.e.p. into the ((light))

Head held high.