A Door Below

 


A Door Below


Lying down there like

the debris of our past.

Down there, we find ourselves.

Left for the dead by our flaws

and failures.

Separated from what made us whole

but still moving like a headless

zombie. Wondering of what to do

with what is left of us.

Oh, we have hit rock bottom.

And now, we only want to climb up.

Clawing the walls of our life.

Hoping there would be something to grip on.

To hold onto. To pull us back to being whole.

What if there’s another way

down below?

Where the floor was only a sealed door.

Where gravity holds the same power as the top.

And breaking through puts us back on top—

where we felt whole.


 Elijah Christophe

I am a lifelong creative artist, journalist, poet, and writer. I have contributed to several published works such as A Thousand Bubbles Rise (a collaborative poem celebrating Scottish poet Edwin Morgan), Boys Are Not Stones (anthology), To Borrow Screams From The Atmosphere (anthology), and USA’s DIAJ Magazine among others.

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