You know you have reached rock bottom
When your life is like the spokes of a bicycle wheel
Forty threads radiating our from the core of you
Each thin strand dysfunctional of your fragile existence
To a watching world
All it takes is a branch or drum stick to unbalance your eco
system of life
The along comes a repairman
A do-gooder trying to get into heaven
He offers you a quick fix if you sing his song
And contribute to lavish life style
At first you accept, well you can’t go any lower
But then you see the small print hidden behind
The glossy pictures of the current instant messiah
You find yourself wandering the lonely streets
Filled with grey houses, even the stray dogs have deserted
your space
You lay your head on the stone step of the towns closed
orphanage
Wishing you were a child and they would take you in.
As the red moon drifts across the night sky.
You dreams of food and feathers
The food to fill your empty belly so the pain is over
The feathers to fill a bed for you sink into
The feathers to fill a bed for you sink into
The reality of a cold wet step breaks the pleasantries of
the night dreams
The neighborhood dog annoyed of your presence marks his
territory
You wake from the aroma foul eating away inside your
nostrils
The dog of unknown parentage looks pathetically at you as
though it has done nothing wrong
It is then you seethe light
A star above a garage
You hobble towards it, the holy family,
A new baby could be waiting wrapped in grease and oil stain
blanket
Do-gooders are back giving away soup and sandwiches
Your stomach filled a warm feeling emits from within
A young man offers you a hot cup of tea
His face familiar, his smile awakening
“Dad”, the words slip from his mouth
In the darkness of the garage he hugs you, not letting go
The home you seek has found you
The family you lost regained
You were just looking in the wrong place.
