Third Benefit

Day 13 of not drinking.
I have discovered the third benefit to being sober.
Creativity.
It is not that I don’t write as I do.
Ideas do not flow though so easily.
Brain clears.
Whoomp!
Fire all neurons into the imagination zone and let her go.
I have ideas all the time.
My poems are coming more clearly within moments of seeing the Word of the Day Challenge. (Today’s is a hard one needing to mull)
Each day forward is a win.
Each time I defeat that voice (the one that tried to tell me wine was not really alcohol)-squashed in its tracks is a win.
Each day I look in the mirror I see clearer eyes and skin.
Not looking haggard.
My hair is feeling less crispy.
And all the soda bloat is disappearing.
Total win.
Cataloguing the wins is easy to do.
Cataloguing the ills even easier to do.
I am stronger than this addiction.
I will always be stronger than this addiction.
I will never let this addiction win again.
©July 31/20
Picture is my own

Karma

Thought you did
scott free away
without anyone figuring it out.
Words were spoken
vows made
call upon the goddess
learn you shall
Karma will come
making you pay.
It began so slowly
a screw
a bolt
slightly loosened
tightened not enough
coming loose.
Moving on
repairs beyond
suddenly
brakes are failing
windshields bursting
calling for a tow truck.
Kinda makes me laugh.
Rude?
Yes it is rude
the genuine delight I take
when discovering
once again
disaster falling
upon your shoulders.
Grin upon my lips.
Karma?
She is a wicked bitch
thankful am I
she is on my side.
Her attitude
aptitude
for discovering what will cause most dismay
what will make
well…..
as naughty as it is
me smile
giggle
chortle
with joy
comes into play.
Your desire
your wants
have lead us here.
Karma
she is a motherfucking bitch
too bad you decided to……
well play with her.
Feb. 22/19
***Picture is mine taken tonight as I left work.***