yesterday felt like
tumbling down
a long dark
staircase
messy and ugly
limbs disjointed
eyes blood-shot
ultimately, ridiculous
what am i doing
what was i thinking
where am i headed
who am i
wait – how much
have I smoked
remember
your grounding
today felt better
hiked, wrote, ate
thought about
the questions above
minus the weed
yesterdays’s terror
turned into
today’s thrill
and creativity
do i need
the lows
in order to savour
the highs
do i need
the despair
to see the staircase
upside down
and myself
clumsily attempting
to fly
rather than die.
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