Disclaimer: This poem is NOT reflective of my current emotional state. But, I think at one point or another, we have all been there.
Read stanza I from the top down; stanza II from the bottom up.
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
d
o
w
n
into the depths of self-doubt;
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
l
o
w
e
r
into the pit of self-loathing;
p
l
u
n
g
i
n
g
d
e
e
p
e
r
into the underbelly of a self-made hell.
to finally reach the zenith.
r
e
h
g
i
h
g
n
i
s
i
r
to the promise of a better day;
y
l
i
d
a
e
t
s
g
i
d
n
e
c
s
a
to the pinpoint of light;
d
r
a
w
p
u
g
n
i
b
m
i
l
c
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