Rock Bottom

I stand at the bottom, looking upwards to that slice of blue sky
around me stone crumbles, smooth no hand holds to climb
Nothing but blackness, fear and despair, the bottom is horrid
and I don’t want to be here.

©Jay-lyn Helgason-Doerksen

August 6/14

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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her early 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. A self confessed obsessive book worm I live for my son and my down time to read. I have a vast array of friends and cohorts who I will be writing about. I hope I can make people laugh or cry; be thoughtful and understanding. And I need to write so this will be my voice.

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