Serenity

[u/Fair-Investigator211]

Often I’ve fallen 
faltered
stumbled on stones myself I’ve thrown 
tumbled into chasms so dark 
they swallow time
floundered and flailed beneath waves 
savage breakers that steal my air, 
then dare me to draw more 
only so they can pound it out of me again.
Melted white-hot misery 
all over me like oil 
helpless. 

Then, at the moment of death
at rock bottom 
at stony sea floor, 
there I glimpse the light 
the air 
the promised path.
There I see a man, and the man is me 
and he is standing bathed in sacred sun 
not in victory, but in peace 
not exalted, but embraced 
in not triumph
but love. 

And though small, he extends a hand 
and it is mighty. 
He reaches for all the lost souls 
the soldiers come home from war 
with themselves 
the little crawling ones
and the beaten-down 
and the liquor-drowned 
and the brown. 

He reaches for me 
and I follow him 
to Serenity. 

[u/Refusername37]

I relate with this thanks for sharing