Bottom of the glass,
very bottom
and you're still there.
Staring in to it
there's the cross.
Glittering, sparkling...
The pain killers
aren't working,
maybe a few more.
No hands,
no rope
no hope...
Each step a new pain,
with every pain
a new desire to heal
but no strength
to begin healing.
Laughter,
what a pure joy...
Almost forgot it,
years it seems.
Joy, smiles and giggles.
Is this real
true
happiness..?
What it is like
to finally regain
sanity, life
and myself...
