I've struggled with the concept of 'the only way is up', As my experience tells me –that's not quite true. And it's frustrating how to learn about myself, I need my identity stripped from view. Once I have been shattered – I must sort through the rubble of myself, Choosing what to take forward and what gets binned. It's a crawl through a bramble bush of thoughts, With thorned nettles strangling all four limbs. The thoughts drag me away – screaming, Up to the edge and off a cliff. Far from polite society, Fear paralyses my body stiff. I hit the rocks... I hit the bed... So far away is the shore. "But at least this is as bad as it gets", Of this I was so sure. I scramble around for purchase, Creatures swim past; friend or foe? Until the riptide pulls me down and away, And I enter the abyss below.