New Day (recovery poem)
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New Day (recovery poem)
I wrote this a few years ago...
NEW DAY
smokable, snortable, pillable form,
(often redundant and always the norm)
my never say nevers
became my forevers
and that's how i weathered the storm.
many togethers and many aparts
(with integrity, diligence, courage, and heart)
my fears of the present
became effervescent
and rendered me back to the start.
before i knew what i had done i was dead
(as many before me had done, i said)
speeding, doping, falling, straying
(reading, hoping, calling, praying)
had finally laid me to bed.
but then from the depths of my grave i awakened
to find that around me lives were taken
the carnage i cherished
just left me embarrassed
my confession was i was mistaken.
some of the fallen had climbed to the surface
(and honestly though just the thought made me nervous)
i humbly sought guidance
and formed an alliance
with those who paid more than lip service.
now forward i grow as upward i crawl
(and back i recover as out i sprawl)
as i lay in the sun
i say whats done is done
and today is a new day for all.
Becoming Onewithwings: Poetry
NEW DAY
smokable, snortable, pillable form,
(often redundant and always the norm)
my never say nevers
became my forevers
and that's how i weathered the storm.
many togethers and many aparts
(with integrity, diligence, courage, and heart)
my fears of the present
became effervescent
and rendered me back to the start.
before i knew what i had done i was dead
(as many before me had done, i said)
speeding, doping, falling, straying
(reading, hoping, calling, praying)
had finally laid me to bed.
but then from the depths of my grave i awakened
to find that around me lives were taken
the carnage i cherished
just left me embarrassed
my confession was i was mistaken.
some of the fallen had climbed to the surface
(and honestly though just the thought made me nervous)
i humbly sought guidance
and formed an alliance
with those who paid more than lip service.
now forward i grow as upward i crawl
(and back i recover as out i sprawl)
as i lay in the sun
i say whats done is done
and today is a new day for all.
Becoming Onewithwings: Poetry
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man that is cool!- here is one that i saw on a poetry site:
Gray's First Sober Year
This new life is better
than a dozen beer-joint romances
or a hundred drunks at fishing camp.
My habit now is not drinking,
and waking up where I belong.
I can see colors again,
and I don't feel like a turd in the punchbowl
whenever I go around people.
I'll mow the weeds for Sharon
and almost enjoy it. She's even given up
checking my breath whenever I come home.
I went shopping for our anniversary
and wound up crying in the store,
but not the kind of tears you cry
when your wife catches you lying in the shed
with your pistol jabbed up in your mouth
and vodka running out your nose.
The only thing she could think to do
was check me into another detox,
and this time it finally took.
This year has made me different—
vodka could never do that for long.
Some days when I wake up early
and listen to Sharon lying there breathing,
it feels like somebody snuck in while we slept
and changed our sheets.
by William Notter
Gray's First Sober Year
This new life is better
than a dozen beer-joint romances
or a hundred drunks at fishing camp.
My habit now is not drinking,
and waking up where I belong.
I can see colors again,
and I don't feel like a turd in the punchbowl
whenever I go around people.
I'll mow the weeds for Sharon
and almost enjoy it. She's even given up
checking my breath whenever I come home.
I went shopping for our anniversary
and wound up crying in the store,
but not the kind of tears you cry
when your wife catches you lying in the shed
with your pistol jabbed up in your mouth
and vodka running out your nose.
The only thing she could think to do
was check me into another detox,
and this time it finally took.
This year has made me different—
vodka could never do that for long.
Some days when I wake up early
and listen to Sharon lying there breathing,
it feels like somebody snuck in while we slept
and changed our sheets.
by William Notter
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