Bouncing off the bottom…

When the bottom comes to claim the sanity from thy face. As it reaches up from the gut to grab ahold of the hearts capabilities that begin to fade. The hollow will open the priceless possibilities awaiting to redefine self. As time on the downside of reversing the pain must be equivalent to the pain touched by betrayals help. It’s a twisted friction that coexists to better the chances of growth. It’s like stirring up a potion of poison to kill off who one used to be before the end moans. When the trenches commit to the battles within that correct who’s the enemy. The mirror eventually recognizes one’s true identity. From the sluggish swamp deep in the barrel of no man’s land. To the point of peeling back the masks of illusion caught up in the mind’s white sands. When the hands of change heal desires to live. There’s a difference in the way of what one has to give. In the inner dwellings that swirl through emotions that come to relate to what into takes to be happy for once. As it’s self that matters, that surfaces from what life once was…