the will to carry on

doesn’t arrive with flowers

sun spots first light

I found mine somewhere

nearer the floor

hazy rock bottom

after night years of pain

hating everything

starting ending with me

& somewhere

to the left of nothing

the right of dead love

after not before

that high wall of despair

sat a small dark knot

I grabbed held on tight

sucked it into my belly

made it through those last

pitch night hours

the knot sits here now

prodding life into love

just carry on

just carry on

lets see what happens next

& that is all we need


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