From the Depths

Friday I hit my lowest low
A place I never thought I’d go
I was hoping I would find you there
Waiting in your threaded chair
With outstretched arms in front of you
A kind face to help me through.

Instead I found the silence and the cold
Tired of being brave and bold
Shivering in a messy heap
Scared to take the final leap
And so I must soldier on
Face each day until I’m done.