LOOKING UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE

by Margaret Williams (Sag) - Not entered

TO THE BOTTOM I HAVE FALLEN,NO FARTHER CAN I GO
THE TOP IS HIGH AND FAR AWAY,HOW FAR I DO NOT KNOW

I MUST TRY TO REACH THAT SPOT,I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN
I SEARCH FOR A CREVICE OR A LEDGE, A ROCK ON WHICH TO STAND

THE FIRST STEP IS THE HARDEST YET, THE ONE I KNOW HAS COME
THEN TWO,THREE,FOUR I WILL NOT STOP,UNTIL I REACH THE SUN

THEN ON THAT DAY THE SUN WILL RISE, AND SHINE ITS GOLDEN RAYS
AND I WILL BE THERE ON THE TOP, TO FINALLY HAVE MY DAY

Reason for writing:

    I WROTE THIS POEM AFTER I GOT DIVORCED AND STARTED TO DRINK. THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER,TIM, WHO DIED OF AIDS. HE UNDERSTOOD WHY I WROTE THIS, AND CRIED WHEN HE READ IT.
    

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Date created: 1999-02-16 10:58:57
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:55
Poem ID: 51826

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