Rock Bottom

I was on the bus of life one day

I saw the stop for rock bottom

I held my breathe & hoped n prayed no-one i knew would get off

But, alas, they did

The other passengers shook their heads in distain

They did not understand

They had not been there

I understood

I knew that at some point in all of their lives they too would get off at this stop

Some return, other’s don’t

It wasn’t a choice, it was reality

I knew what they were going to feel at their new destination

I could only hope they would get back on the bus with us one day

And if they didn’t, i knew they had their reasons

As i too had been to rock bottom

I touched it, i tasted it, i even laid down there for a while

I was one of the lucky ones

I saw the bus come back and i ran as fast as i could to get back on it

And i did, oh joy

Some people miss it the first time it goes past

All i can say is don’t give up

The bus goes past this stop frequently with people getting on and others getting off

It’s not a ‘bad’ place

It’s just a place

The only stop that we all look for doesn’t exist

It’s the ‘happily ever after’ stop

The reason it does not exist is because it is not a ‘stop’

It is a destination and it’s the journey on the bus we must enjoy rather than reaching the stop and getting off

So, please, my dear friends, stay on the bus with me

If you have to get off at rock bottom, do not fear

As we will all still be on the bus when you jump back on

And if you don’t jump back on

We will understand

And we will remember you with love in our hearts as we continue on our journey on the bus of life

Author: Angela Perry, a passenger on the bus.