The Bottom

The Bottom

A Poem by Amanda Gray

Constantly clawing my way to the top.
I grew tired.
I rest here at the bottom.
It has grown difficult to see the light at the top.
I fear if I stay too long,
I will get too comfortable at the bottom.
I am losing motivation.
I may be stuck here forever.
But I just rest here at the bottom.

© 2019 Amanda Gray


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You can feel the weariness in this one. Sometimes a seeming loss of motivation can be a message to reassess priorities.

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