I dug myself a deep hole
and blindly jumped right in.
On my own, I dove head-first
into that bottle of gin.
Like a lobster in the pot
I relaxed into sloe breath
while everything around me
almost simmered me to death.
It’s the ones I hurt the most
that have been my saving grace;
God was right in front of me
waving a finger in my face.
I’m climbing my way out of
the sea I was drowning in
still searching for a towel
to cover myself again.
As Love’s arms are reaching out,
I’m ashamed to grab a hand…
I just need to clear my head
and shake off all this sand.
© DreamMatrix 2007
Ive been climbing out of this hole you refer to for one year on the 17th of Feb. I’m still searching for the comfort of my towel though. Thank You…;)