Please, Please, Please

In my darkest hours

Grief and pain had me devoured.

Desperately alone.

Tormented to the bones.

My mind stares into a wide open empty space.

My heart gropes for answers in everyplace.

That night was my foxhole.

There is an urgency to save my soul.

I whispered and begged repeatedly, please, please, please.

For my suffering to ease.

Instinctively I got down on my knees and prayed.

Hoping at this hour my grieve and tears to be spared.

I don’t know whether to be glad or sad.

For that night my pleas went answered.

My hope for someone to fish me out of my dark well was shattered.

Unconsoled I drifted to sleep whispering with tears running down my face, please, please, please.

Morning came, I got off my knees.

My face was stained with tears and my body felt like a hangover.

But my mind and heart were stone cold sober.

I sat alone numbed and abandoned.

I probed myself for a new understanding.

How do I continue? Can I start anew?

Without a defender but myself.

Is it my fate to live life on the shelf?

The demon I wrestled the night before

Left me on the floor.

To survive that took courage.

And now I shall stand and not be discouraged.

Starting from rock bottom

Myself I had long forgotten.

But I am still here.

Self respect is what I must adhere.

My work has begun.

My plight I shall eventually outrun.

One step at a time with humility in my ability.

I will bring myself back.

I will find the answers that I lack.

I shall answer my own prayer.

I shall be my own savior.