The Only Way Up Poem by Gerry Legister

A year ago, I was in a bubble.
Suspend by the grim winter.
Spinning around in a hub circle
Thinking about the dismal future

And all the troubles I had found.
In disguised, but mostly in demise.
Existence unrecognized at home.
When the warmer temperature rises.

Losing everything I thought I had
I tried to make my bed playing dead.
From sanity to being driven mad
Nightmares bouncing off my head

I saw the only way I could get up.
From regret to being totally upset
opportunities had given me a grip.
To start again with a plan to invest.

Appraisal analysis the fallen wedge.
The end was just a new beginning.
galvanized now with the trader's edge.
Losing was just another way of learning.