{"id":66398,"date":"2020-06-27T15:49:11","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:49:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66398"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:49:11","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:49:11","slug":"2020-hour-7-rock-bottom-or-something-like-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/2020-hour-7-rock-bottom-or-something-like-it\/","title":{"rendered":"2020 Hour 7 &#8211; Rock Bottom or Something Like It"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rock Bottom is where you start from<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s what The Program.<br \/>\nThe same twelve steps for everything<br \/>\nFrom booze to smack to sex to love.<br \/>\nAll starting from rock bottom.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I never hit it.<br \/>\nI read a book by a lady<br \/>\nwith the last name of song<br \/>\nand two years of memories spun<br \/>\ncherished keepsakes hurtling<br \/>\nlanded like the sick twist of an<br \/>\nunexpected diabolus ex machina.<\/p>\n<p>Affection recast as symptom,<br \/>\ndevotion revealed as obsession.<br \/>\nDefense shown as avoidance.<br \/>\nLove swapped out for addiction.<\/p>\n<p>It felt cruel, capricious, ugly beyond measure.<br \/>\nAnd true, undeniable.\u00a0 Correct.<br \/>\nSomething beautiful, an inner treasure,<br \/>\nhad sprung from a poisoned pit in my soul.<br \/>\nI recoiled from it,retreated from it,<br \/>\nwept and swore at the loss<br \/>\nof who I&#8217;d thought we were<br \/>\nat knowing too much of where we&#8217;d come from.<\/p>\n<p>And no addict gets better chasing their high.<br \/>\nEvery junky and drunk knows that much.<br \/>\nSo I had to say it, a slow, messy goodbye.<br \/>\nIt felt like pulling a tooth:raw-red, bloody<br \/>\na part of me yanked out, irreplaceable<br \/>\nMy mind still runs over the spot, searching<br \/>\nfor what it remembers, what feels like<br \/>\nit should still be there. And it still hurts.<\/p>\n<p>Every time.\u00a0 Every day.\u00a0 Which maybe means I&#8217;m not better.<br \/>\nOr maybe means I still haven&#8217;t found rock bottom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rock Bottom is where you start from That&#8217;s what The Program. The same twelve steps for everything From booze to smack to sex to love. All starting from rock bottom. Maybe I never hit it. I read a book by a lady with the last&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66398","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66398"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66398\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67479,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66398\/revisions\/67479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66398"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}