I pray that you hit rock bottom.
The most painful time of your life.
I pray that you feel alone. Isolated. Deserted.
That you discover that what you thought was rock bottom was actually a ledge
and you come crashing down even further.
And as you land, you are cracked open into a million – no - a billion pieces
with no idea how to put them back together.
I pray that while you are down there, at the depths.
The only person you have to keep you company, is you.
I pray that you choose to gather up the pieces.
And with no idea how and in what order, begin putting them back together one by one.
I pray for foundations mightier than the acropolis.
And an inner light that shines so bright it burns
the corneas of anyone who cannot handle your bright.
I pray for skin as comfortable as a tracksuit on a Saturday night.
And an inner light so bright that you can always find your way home.
I pray for the triumph of your spirit.
And the return of you.
By Rebecca Campbell