Climbing upward from rock bottom

Jan 24, 2010 00:58

Conceived by a cataclismic proportion explosion I was born bruised, purple, lifeless. Without breath, without thought or a tear the struggle for an existence to rise out of a nobody, a no one, began nothingness.
That has been a constant for me. Surviving was my main priority. Easy too easy, hard too hard, how does one find comfortable sanity? Ugh!
Taken to the gutters I was a stray with the shudders; an abnormal abuser, a user loser.
Crackle, crackle, pop, don't stop. Keep inhaling that other rock. The disease hovering above my head whispering intriguing concoctions of how to live dead.
I am fiercely digging, digging, digging with bloody nails, burnt fingers and red hands (guilty as charged).
Lips cringe, teeth chatter, a sickly laughter singed.
Cackle, cackle, crackle echoes throughout my rusted shackles. How does one begin to tackle the now battered demon of self?
Wait, halt, place the thought of failure on a shelf. HELP! Save me from myself.
Soulless numb bum who's not so dumb needs a change of mind. Melt this purposeless iced heart so one can start to live, breathe, thrive and give love to this powerless worshiper of the powerful one.
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