Category : Poems

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Rock bottom, we meet yet again.

First encounter made us acquaintances years ago, I thought we would never cross paths again. I suppose i am over due for a reality check.

I remember these walls you built to imprison me in.

No doors, no windows; Trapped.

Just a pen and a notepad opened to the first page with one word written.

"Start"

I think to myself, "What is this, this is what I'm left with?"

Little did i know that was the key to escaping all those thoughts running through my head. Those thoughts that lead me astray, off my path straight into a hole that lead to a place life calls,  Rock Bottom. 

This encounter has given me nostalgia, not sentimental, more wistful. The walls are scribbled with words written all over them. I remember now, this was not an easy process.

This time there is no notepad, I ran out of paper and the pen is out of ink. All i have is a room with no doors or windows, just walls filled with words that i had written.

The only way out has to be written somewhere.

Here we go again, i have to find myself again.

 Signed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords. VH.