Recovery

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.

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13 thoughts on “Recovery

  1. Congrats on the 8+ years sober.

  2. Awesome. This just flowed so naturally but hard hitting and powerful. I love the whole arc of the poem – the dark part, rugged, the beautiful ending, inspiring. The whole piece is very moving.

  3. Beautifully written, congratulations on the 8 years sober. Love triumphed here I can see, blessings. I am 8 years without smoking:)

  4. apoetic1 says:

    Beautifully engaging illustration of your experience. Congratulations to you and your family on your sobriety.

  5. Karuna says:

    8 years! Congratulations! I love your poem, especially “Life asked me to kiss her, Believed (BELIEVED!),”

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