Bisexual anthems played on the ukeKeeping my drugs inside a notebook
Sobriety sounded like acoustic guitar being played in the morning
Coffee before my post-therapy mourning
I doubt I have vices, but you can try to convince me
In meetings that teach you the dangers of self-pity
If I were told in two years, there would be a plague
I think I would have been less of a human grenade
Would have listened to the ex-heroin addict tell his life story
Pretended those meetings were never that boring
AA made my world move too slow
Blood boiling over the lack of control
But I do miss making jewelry at sundown before curfew
Venting to other survivors about the people who have hurt you
The nicotine that kept me from the maximum amounts of relapse
The stickers on my head the waiting on labs
But who the hell messes up that bad?
Being closely monitored in one of Cali's best rehabs
I remember wanting to start my life in LA
Not an uncommon wish for someone so strange
Malibu beaches taken for granted
Wildfires putting abrupt endings to my wishes that were so close to being granted
Rich folk reminding you how easily they could just leave you in the streets
Of Ocala Florida in less than two weeks
Well I was going mad hearing about my roommate's dead wife
Alcoholics anonymous calling me selfish for wanting to take my own life
Hearing about tragedies that were supposedly worse than mine
Feeling like at the end of recovery there was some sort of prize
I drink a glass and jokingly laugh about how my old therapist would be disappointed
Two more glasses and the thin line between jokes and truth become distorted
A rock to symbolize my awakening
A manifestation of cleanliness I just could not take with me
But I still hold onto the gifts I felt I did not deserve
My ballad for my stay in California shall not go unheard
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...