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
Thought you did
scott free away
without anyone figuring it out.
Words were spoken
call upon the goddess
learn you shall
Karma will come
making you pay.
It began so slowly
tightened not enough
brakes are failing
calling for a tow truck.
Kinda makes me laugh.
Yes it is rude
the genuine delight I take
upon your shoulders.
Grin upon my lips.
She is a wicked bitch
thankful am I
she is on my side.
for discovering what will cause most dismay
what will make
as naughty as it is
comes into play.
have lead us here.
she is a motherfucking bitch
too bad you decided to……
well play with her.
***Picture is mine taken tonight as I left work.***