There was a time, when to wake with a pounding head
meant total indiscretion the night before.
On this day, the one year anniversary
of my choosing relief and power,
the day I rejected my empty Thirst
I can celebrate my life.
There is shame in being a drunk;
total confusion and self-contempt.
I do not remember to glorify it,
for it was pure wretchedness, and I still
sometimes feel disbelief that this is my story.
But I cannot, dare not, blot out the memories.
There is guilt, humiliation, self-disgust,
but I dare not forget.
I choose sobriety.
I choose to be aware of my cravings and needs.
I am an alcoholic who chooses — every day — her Life.
What is suicide — picking up the glass knowing it is death, for me.
What is Life?
Life is facing down my demons,
knowing the dark times will come.
Life, is wanting something more.
Power comes in the choosing.
Choosing more Love, choosing Life.
Even as I remember,
I choose this day to Live.
I choose my Life.
July 17, 2009