Scream.
Couldn't utter a word but what was felt.
Darkness clutching the throat.
The threat of the freight train crashing.
Tearing apart happiness the cloud that hovered.
Shifting into the abyss of my tortured past.
The forgiveness that was once craved will never be a reality.
The thing that was known for absolute certain.
Was that there had to be a time to let go.
To focus on things that meant more.
Understanding the honest truth.
That had to hit the hard slab of concrete.
Rock bottom to begin climbing to the top.
Life sometimes is full of uncertainty.
Quick sharp turns.
Keisha Martin