Discarded

You’ve been there.
We all have…
Shoes discarded,
Haphazard.
Pride on the floor.
Inhibitions scattered to the wind…
Until the clouds come.
Bottom of the barrel.
Bottom of the bottle.
Sense of self running down the drain.
You try to re-write it.
Then, to right it.
But the ground slips beneath you,
Unhinged.
Best laid plans
Upend.
Alone with the voices
Screaming your shame.
Numb the pain as best you can
And, in numbing, beget it.
Vicious cycle, so it goes.
Yet, the reverse fuels peace instead.
Seeing clearly through it all
After years of blurred lines
And blurred vision.
The sun is rising…
And I feel fine.
A new day.
Possibility.
Freedom in all I’ve discarded.