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

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom