crash

i survived the night

the world crashed in around me

crumpled and crying

on my four poster bed.

i felt the weight of it all

surround my body,

as my hands grabbed at the

iron bars,

cold and rough beneath my palms.

displaced by the human condition,

spaced too far from

the compass point,

trudging these bumpy trails –

downtrodden and trodden down,

i thought i’d had enough.

but i survived that night,

picked up the shards

lying underneath,

i pieced myself together

with the scraps of the world.

and though my eyes were dark

they saw the rising sun.