I was that girl
always on the outskirts
I was that teenager
a whirl storm
I lost myself to hell.
During it all
part of me
in bars of my own creating
mired in the cesspool of past abuses
until addiction’s hold passes.
head held high
as I behold
who I have become
who I want to be
who I need to be…..
I am what society now calls middle age.
I refuse to accept their constraints.
I am a Goddess.
I am a Lioness.
I am a Queen.
Never again will I forget.
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Day 13 of not drinking.
I have discovered the third benefit to being sober.
It is not that I don’t write as I do.
Ideas do not flow though so easily.
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.
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.
Picture is my own