sometimes, it takes but one blow to drain all the wind from your sails
and sometimes, it takes a lot
whether less or more, your sails are still racing down
pulling the rest of you into a watery hell
your hair pulls down, following the rivers flooding your face
that have raced out of the gate of your closing eyelids
trying to catch up with your spine that can't hold you upright
from the ground there's a lot to see
it's just a little less dim and darkened
but rock bottom can be your greatest realization