Rock bottom

Weep little lion girl

How am I to know I've gone too far? 

Until I hit the rocks? 

Too much of anything will kill me 

so what a waste it would be

if I didn't need it. 

Yet.

I wait till it's too late. 

The clock resets and counts down again. 

Without searching for a solution 

the problem will continue 

over and over and

over and over.

I callous 

Each time the rocks cut me 

it feels less 

perhaps that's just retrospect. 

  • Author: Salem (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2023 04:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this during my first attempt at recovery from an Eating disorder, rock bottom to me was both the eating and the starving.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    I'm sorry for your struggles dear poet
    but if you can feel the rocks
    then you still have a chance
    to try and crawl back up
    'stay' strong! one day at a time
    thanks for choosing to share
    and letting others know they're not alone

  • nephilim56

    I know this feeling too well, to the point and very well expressed

  • Nat A. Spade

    I've totally been there!



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