hibernation: poems by colleen cosette goodman

January blues

i.

Oh, how January drags on!
The days are bleaker than bleak
I pray for guidance and receive anxiety
Perhaps God is trying to tell me something
Trying to truly set me off in a direction

ii.

I have had not a drink since August and it has scared me
To know my brain has shifted
And I no longer take to drink to sedate myself
Through my troubles
Sometimes I miss the dull pain of it
To just see through your life and not deal with it

iii.

Everyday I wait for spring
Wait for the crocuses
And Saint Thérèse opening up her hand for me to take