Acceptance of Me

Today is day 25 of not drinking. Day 5 of being home alone unsupervised. LOL  I am enjoying this alone time. 
I feared that I was going to fall into old habits of brooding and needy.
However I am most pleased to say that this not the case. I am taking advantage of it all. 
Huh……another personal growth step. Look Ma no hands! 
Tender kisses
butterfly soft
fingers entwined
watching the night lights
head upon shoulder
time is on our side
as we wait
for life to begin.
Time unfolds
roads
twist
turn
never straight
not always easy
begrudged
not a once
for this is life.
Happiness
fleeting
forever
depends upon whom
you rely…..
self
or
others?
Truths
accepted
acknowledged
no atonement
this is me
who I be.
My…..self.
My…..purpose.
My…..reality.
Wrapped
blanket of peace
of joy
life no longer scares
embraced
the road traveled
less lonely
less frightening
all
for learning to accept myself.
©Aug. 12/20
Picture is my own

Darkness Recedes

***I am not entirely sure what is setting me off but I am having a lot of different emotions roiling around in me. Of late some of my poetry is about reclamation of self and I apologize if the theme seems tedious. I have been thinking a lot about my breakdown at the end of 2017 and that as well has a bearing on my work. I am doing just fine and am in a great space. I do not want anyone to worry.***
Stretching
reaching for the sky
touch my toes
limber.
In the mirror
a woman I see
where once
I turned my eyes
looking
anywhere but there…..
Witch
Ogre
Booger
ugly I thought I was
no good
not worth
anything
to
anyone.
Crawled
mired in hidden rage
addiction sought
choked with sin
I did not want to die.
I did not know how to ask…..
how to say…..
Strength has left me
I need a hand
no longer this path can I walk.
Bleeding inside
torn to shreds
anyone 
please…..
Tides since turned
phoenix newly risen
glorying in my strength
in my abilities
greeting each day
with thoughts of joy
with thoughts of life.
Every year forward
leaves her behind
broken
battered
child that I was.
No longer carrying blackness.
No longer carrying pain.
No longer does living hurt.
Raise my face to the sun
basking in my gloried return.
©Feb. 25/20
Picture via Pinterest