the way up from rock bottom.

where was i when this promise was made?
i fell off?
no arms extended, no sympathy granted,
more like chaos had it's way with my body.
i was tearing my own chest open every night.
i've been trying to breathe in a new day for some time now,
and i need to learn to let go.
i'll start by wiping the spit from my bottom lip with the top of my wrist.
(god grant me strength...)