For two years
I couldn't even
Take a sip of alcohol
Without getting nauseous
The illness was robbing me
Of it all
And now
When I can
I push myself
Back self into a corner
Of drunk
Testing new tolerance
While trying to escape
Feelings of the unknown
Came down to a bad evening
I should have known better
But then again
How could I?
When my body has changed so much
Did I set out to be wasted
No
Did I need to scare myself more
To bring memories back
Of a horrid July
No
Drunk
Was what I ended up being
Hangover not bad
But not worse for wear
I won't repeat
This test
But as a spiritual being
Living a human life
I make errors
Acknowledge them
Learn from them
And move on
To a better place
After all, at 32
The French kissing
The throne days are a decade in the past
You live
You learn
You become
Stronger for it
And turn your face
Towards the sun
With a smile
YOU ARE READING
Rebirth (Book 4)
PoetryThis book starts where Survivor left off only from a much more changed stand point and learning and living one day at a time. That doesn't, however, mean that I am cured of ME or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis; which I was diagnosed with in September of...
