Second Benefit

Over the weekend I wrote a post about myself and addiction. Specifically alcohol. (Addiction & Me).
On Sunday I wrote about my first side benefit of having quit drinking.
It had been 8 days.
Today I realized my second benefit.
My energy level is out of this world.
It has been 11 days.
I was up at 4:30.
Bathroom break.
Snagged Loki and crawled back into bed. Had another 45 minutes before alarm was due to go off.
Alas at 4:45 I hear this mournful cry. The noise Thomas makes when he is upset. Then a small hiss. Thought it was outside to be honest until the mournful cry shot up a decibel and I realized it was in the apartment.
Up I got.
Was not really tired any more and on went the coffee.
At 7:15 the ex picked up Tember.
I whipped over to work to grab cat litter.
And a few other items.
Back home I went.
It was as I was wiping mirror in the bathroom that I fully realized how much energy I had. Here I was apartment nearly finished being cleaned and laundry drying (bed already made when I got up at 4:45) before 9:30 a.m. Finished mopping floor at 9:34-dryer clicked off at 9:35 and I am done.
Presently I am enjoying more coffee.
The cleanliness of the apartment.
Listening to music.
Loki curled up next to me.
The day is mine.
The sun is shining.
Books are loaded.
And how could life get better?
©July 29/20
Picture is my own

Fear not the Fool

Safe
you thought
scampering around the hallways
under cover of night.
Snick
snee
no lock is closed to thee
tumblers move of their own accord
doors swing open
on silent hinges.
Small children
horror filled
screams ripped from tongueless mouths
your laughter
insanity filled
rips through the chamber
inflicting as much pain
as your pills.
Deadened
benumbed
laying there
heads lolling
lost in a drug induced world
so they hurt no more.
You are dastardly.
You are more than mean.
You stole these children
their innocence
their laughter
targeting them for debasement
for purity
money changed hands
I have seen it all
while sitting on the floor.
Creature of habit
your steps are always the same
path worn into stones
with each night’s passing.
Lay upon the floor
drool oozing
pooling beneath your head
as I sit
cross legged watching your death.
Harlequin I am…..
purveyor of broken dreams
(yours that is)
huntress of midnight
(shadow your steps)
guardian of splintered childhoods
(fear me not
I am here to help you)
Take me into your home
see me as a jester
reality be
I am more than that.
I am…..
your nightmare
their beautiful Paladin.

©Sept. 27/19
Picture via Pinterest

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