Triumphantly Defeated Poem by Tyler Chambers

It was in my weakest moments that I realized my spark had gone.
Back against the underpass, pills spilling to the dirt.
Losing my grip and cognition, I could feel it all slipping away.
But wasn't that the point?
So life decided to yield a fitting metaphor, the way life does.
As all that was bright went blurry and dim. And I was carried away.
I awoke days later
And I think I asked myself, if not someone else
How did I waver so far down such a barren path?
And it was then, in my weakest moments, that I realized I would never be the same.
It's things like these you'd think you'd remember the most, but I don't remember a thing.
When I thought I had no love, it surrounded me in that room.
But it was always surrounding me, even when I thought I was alone.
That may have been my weakest moment of all, and it was in that moment that I cried.
I cried out for "help" and it wasn't long before you sent him.
A compass in the form of my own flesh, guiding another wayward soul.
He's already lived up to his name, so let me live up to "father"
It's been said that no one is perfect, but I swear that he's perfect to me.
They tell me the stars are aligned now, but I know it was you who aligned them.
I can't help but think talk must be cheap to you, so let my actions henceforth be my apology.
It's ironic;
In my weakest moments I didn't have the strength to fight the anchors bringing me below.
Yet I never grabbed your outstretched hand until it was almost too late.