in the end (poem)

I am not broken
I wrote some years ago
that is not how I feel today
trust not feelings
many say
and I’m still one of those
I trust in the Hand
that carried me down
two sets of stairs alive
safe in a bubble
as head over heels
I tumbled and crashed—I tried
to know this feeling
deeper than bones
through the slow-eroding flood
to know in my heart
to write in my blood
that I shall emerge in the end