A darkness in the spirit,

One would imbibe,

Washing away wishes,

Create a great divide,

Burning broken bridges,

Diluting diatribe,

Life was distilled, in

Whiskey, one would hide.

And memory was mystery,

(A mythological history)

Invented just to justify,

The resistance of existence,

And the chance to deny,

Until light spilled though a whisper,

Life asked me to kiss her,

Believed (BELIEVED!),

My love, she breathed,

A reason to live, to be,

One wonders, discovery,

So sweet is recovery,

Finally one feels free.

Thank you to Sreejit at the Seeker’s Dungeon for the ‘DungeonPromt’ pertaining to recovery.  Baldy notes that he is not only speaking in the third person, but is currently more than eight years sober – thanks to a loving wife and three beautiful children.