Everyones low point
is that dreaded puddle
to have accomplished nothing
and lose everything
and nothing to show for it
but look at yourself
in that damned puddle
the rain is heavy
each drop burning skin
the wind is damaging
opening wounds already salted
the air is thin
straining each breath
but now pick yourself up
because your not dead
and you can only get stronger
and work yourself out of the mud
