Things are looking up.
When soul is lemon-squeezed
and gutter-balled,
where else can it go?
When spirit is avalanche-prone,
barreling spiral of mountain-top madness
plunging to certain death in
cataclysmic fury,
getting up is
supreme progress!
When  bottom is a taste in the teeth
and a grit in the face,
raising head to heaven
is elevation,
promotion,
accession to the Throne.

What are your thoughts?