Rock Bottom

Before anyone starts freaking out about me, let me just say that while this is autobiographical, it isn't current... this poem is at least three years old, maybe older.

in a single apartment

I stare
 
empty cupboards,
empty fridge,
empty pockets
 
mind emptied
of creativity
the barrenness consumes me
 
might as well be
alone
out in the wilderness
the emptiness pressing in on me
like claustrophobia in an MRI tube
 
and the rain falls
the rain pours down
drenched
I huddle,
soaked to the bone
cold
 
colder than an ice cube
colder than a mountain snowpack
colder than space junk
 
never to be warm again
 
but when my ego
has frozen to death
I can reach up
for something greater then myself
Someone greater than myself
 
when I’ve hit rock bottom
that’s when it’s the clearest
how high I’ll be able to soar
when He gives me wings