Nowhere But Up

When you hit me,

it felt like a crash—

from the highest of highs

to the lowest of lows.

With every pull of gravity,

each goal went crumbling,

frustration and grief

came taunting like demons.

Soared with high hopes,

only to spiral into a deep, dark hole.

But when you hit me,

it also felt freeing—

from life's relentless pace

to the quiet of surrender.

With every pull of gravity,

weights lifted from your shoulders.

Solitude and rest,

came aiding like a friend.

You spiraled, yes,

but into a deep, clean slate.

I was the last thing you wanted,

but the first thing you needed.

As the time you had reached me,

you began going nowhere but up.

                                                                                                            — your rock bottom