Spiralling, spiralling, down, down
Mayday, mayday, control has been lost
Whispered softly in embarrassment
Unlike the wings of the plane
My arms wind around myself
In protection, in defence
From the chaotic maelstrom
I am rushing towards
I go
Until finally I hit the eye of the storm
All is calm and quiet and I am still
I think I’ve reached the bottom
Not the middle
From here I can only stop
See the broken and bent pieces of my wreckage
Reassembling is not an option
For it will never be the same
Instead I salvage the bits that I can
Go on to build something new
Something better

Debbie Gravett © 2017.05.03

via Daily Prompt: Control

6 thoughts on “Rebuilt

  1. very expressive, I could imagine you going down… reaching the bottom means always the end of sth and the beginning of sth else🙂

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    1. Yes it does. We have to know the dark to appreciate the light. Sometimes we think that we cannot be repaired, but it just takes the right people and accepting that you deserve to be treated well and loved.

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