Abyss

Things have to fall apart before they're put back together 

and so it is, for me, piece by piece

To bounce up high off a trampoline, all your energy must be exerted

downwards, in the opposite direction of where you want to be

and so it is with me, downwards still further

To be someone, you must first realise who you are not

and so it is with me, insignificant, helpless

New life is often herolded by death,

and so it is, I die and wait to be reborn.

I take comfort, oddly, in the fact that things are in fact going wrong.

Time and Money are running out, patience is running thin, 

Everything is running, racing and I can not see the finish line but I'm told it's there

Spurred on, not to win but to finish.

If I opposed, resisted, raged.

Would the pieces be hastily put back together,

Would the upward force be absorbed in my knees,

Would I be someone else,

Would I be stillborn?

And so it is I find myself...

I would go home, but unfortunately she is in the same state as I.