A Bad Poem About My Sobriety

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SOBER.

Antonyms: alcoholic, drinker, drunklush, souse, wino

I’m Sober today. But I’m clutching at it. And not contentedly. Control is an illusion. I’m powerless, that I can confess. Today, when the whole thing, my duct-taped heart, feels like it’s falling apart and I’m heart racing tired, knowing I should never get.this.way. I think, “If I could I’d smoke then, … What?” But the broken down lungs no longer cooperate. I want a drink less than a smoke today, which is weird when you think about it. Alcohol does help you forget, for a while. There’s not anything to compare with the high of tumbling down out of your head, out of your Frantic Over Thinking, out of your heart, Bursting. Nothing like it. Of course,I’m sober and holding.on.tight to Teetotalling Me. Because even though I’m Scared, and Sad, and sitting here alone, feeling all kinds of Awful, I know

I chose that,

And now I choose this. Yes, I choose Sober every.day.

Other things I’ve written about my five years of sobriety, see My Alcoholism & Addiction.

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. You’re beautiful as you expose your weakness, and through speaking of your weakness you exercise strength over it. I’m grateful for voices like yours.

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  2. zandaltwist says:

    Duct-taped heart.

    I am moved Melody. Love and hate that image. I always have such a visceral response when reading your writing. Keep getting out so it doesn’t stay inside and eat at you. Grace, Sis.

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    1. thanks Charles. for reading.

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