Poems written on my second day of sobriety.
Rambles on attempting sobriety
I couldn't have it hanging over my head that they'd see through the looks of it.
It was one of the most important conversations of my life, I couldn't put that on the line.
So I didn't.
I was surprised at the ways I was able to hold myself while reliving the worst moments of my childhood.
I wasn't drunk or high, I didn't sob or vomit on the carpet, I stood myself up like a stack of blocks that wasn't going to be blown over.
These moments of sobriety grew, just a little bit, just enough for me to see through the fog.
One morning turned into two and I am proudly on my second day.
Maybe this is normal for the average person, but so be it, it's something for me.
I am not going to stifle myself and pretend not to be proud when I know I've been stacking up those blocks higher with shaky hands.
It aches less than it did before
It aches less than it did before,
I wake up from a my slumbers without them being filled with dreams of him,
I drink my morning coffee and plan out my day he won't be a part of.
It aches less then it did before,
I go through my day and nothing reminds me of him,
I see his name and my stomach doesn't drop,
My mind doesn't see him where he isn't.
It aches less then it did before,
I go still don't sleep in my bed, but I sleep,
I still feel scared, but I don't feel like I'm waiting to be hurt.
A letter goodbye to my little dark age
I filled many pages of this book with my pain,
I smeared nearly every thought and ache between its covers.
Five chapters called my little dark age, I made note of my struggles.
I am beginning to think my little dark age is coming to an end.
I ache less than I did before, I am attempting to line up days of sobriety, but most importantly, my writing shows it.
I got so used to writing about my sorrows that I find myself struggling to know what to write about now that the rain is no longer pouring.
I wouldn't call that a problem but it is a lucky one to have.
I don't know where life goes after my little dark age, but I know it's over now.
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Letters from sixteen
PoetryA poetry book I wrote during periods of my life with many different facets. I wrote about happy moments, addiction, and trauma, the book becomes more depressing as it goes on. I choose the title "letters from sixteen" to capture how I wanted to capt...
