Despair

 

I have slid down the neck of a bottle

in times of utter personal despair

Abandoned, alone and misunderstood

condemned out of hand and deserted

 

I often lay in a stupor of self pity

with no place of refuge or person to turn to

I have been to the edge, the very edge

to the ultimate brink of capitulation

 

In these times I was invariably alone

save for my dog, my dearest companion

He would sleep beside me

his gaze was borne out of love for me

 

Those days are almost gone but could return

a stoicism, a resilience has emerged

I am better, stronger and a more composed person

yet I have a cynicism for the world

 

Only love overcomes such a tribulation

unconditional with not one ounce of condemnation

Love which is forgiving and encouraging

love to uplift and above all to heal