I’m all yours
Forever or however
Long you want
To be mine
We can be happy
Together

A garden on my arm
I started as a teen
An insect that does no harm
I got tattoos to show my keen
Sense of free-spiritedness
I love my art
My bare arm I won’t miss
It’s just the start
Of my self-expression
Journey to the center

Running from my self
Circling around in Hell
Chased by “demons”
Perhaps my imagination conjured up
Some grim reapers and a flowery, thorn-filled trellis
That was a gateway into another world
I was running towards you in the darkness
No shoes in the snow, I was so cold and numb
Chasing a light that I could barely see
Terrified by what I was hearing
I was alone on a Michigan street
Some thought I was a *******
Waiting to be picked up
A victim of a bad time
But I just wanted to go home
I got into some guy’s car
Luckily a good-hearted soul
A God-send he let me in
Warmed my feet and let me go
Home

To be sober
Is to see and feel everything
The way it should be felt
Awake and hydrated by the sun and air
Clean feeling able to rest
Regularly
Balanced
Laughing, crying, loving
Found
And full of love
Excitement arises
Because I am sober

Lately I’ve been so mad
Expressing my rage with words
Fighting the one in the mirror
I hate when I see my dad
Cursing at the sky
Then I see the birds
Now my mind is clearer
Like I said, its just words

My eyes no longer glazed
Clarity is coming back
I know I don’t seem fazed
But it’s hard to stay on track
One month doesn’t seem long
But you should be proud
Your demons are wrong
But why are they still so loud?

Repeating patterns from not long ago
Seeing my past as my future self
I can stop I know
I can put it all on a shelf
But that means I have to let you go
Something I’m afraid to do
Love isn’t what this is
I think you know it too