Dawn & Dusk

I was drowning
Under a black torrent
Clinging to a cliff
Of misfortune and torment

I tried to grasp
On to higher handholds
But my bony fingers
Had grown ice-cold

I cried for help
From those above
They berated me
Rather than pull me up

Their toxic words
Spewed like bile
Adding to the flow
That was keeping me down

But I found a cove
Carved into the rock
And I took cover
Until the deluge would stop

In it was
A paper and pen
And I wrote until
I felt happy again