Rock Bottom
Rock Bottom is a hell of a place
From there one can fall no further
Not meant to be a resting place
Not for me; but for another
Could be a card up the sleeve, the ace
That turns struggle to no bother
No more worry about the rat race
Securely in the muck, forever
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I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.
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