how to move on when you swear you cannot

inkskinned:

i swore i could not. the emptiness ate, and ate, and ate,

until i was succumbed to it, and i was numb to it, 
and it had nothing left to take

it is amazing how long rock bottom feels like home 
like you can go further, somehow,
a grave feels like comfort, 
like natural,

like the skin side of fish
i ate it and still was devoured by it 

but we move because we have no other corner to back into
and we move because it’s the way up

and the good news is it hurts but one day it’s worth it 
despite all and all and all, it’s worth it
because you worked yourself,
pleat after cinch

because one day you’re sitting on six thousand completed works 
and you say:

i walked up the mountain
and boy, did it flinch