It takes 9 months to make a baby
but in my 9 months, I've made something else
with all of the odds stacked against me
I've managed to make something of myself

I've made new friendships in place of
the ones I realize are no good for me
opened up my eyes for I was blind
but now there are many things to see

I've made strides towards healing
both my mind and my weary soul
a part of my every day now
I've taken on an entirely different roll

I've lost someone who was my everything
but still got through without a drink
it feels like just yesterday
looking back, time passes in a blink

I've dealt with stress so unimaginable
and spent time in a psychiatric ward
never once when I got out
a drink had I poured

I've been working my steps
I even pray to a Higher Power
although I'll admit that
in the beginning, I was sour

But that has changed as now
I have learned how to be willing
I never knew what feelings
these meetings could bring

Feelings of comfort and belonging
sometimes even happiness and joy
no longer do I need to use
the bottle as a decoy

To walk into a room of people
and know this is where I'm supposed to be
is the most magical feeling
it's so important to me

No bottle could ever convince me
to give that up for only a moment
of numbness and escape that doesn't last
no, the only route must be to confront

I gave up that life 9 months ago
looking back I am so glad I did
I'm healthier now than I was before
and I have a happier kid

9 months to make a baby
9 months of hard work
sobriety put into action
feels like fireworks

Was filled with power and rage
Could've conquered the whole world.
Instead simplified all the mistakes
to the journey of void.
Should've stayed sober,
to know who's watching me over
but used all my power and rage
to lock myself inside a cage.
Now I know, I've figured out.
I'm never getting myself back again!
Everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes I wish I just didn't knew.

I’d never been drunk before
But six drinks in
I’m certain
I don’t want to be sober
Cause sober...
Sober’s all those things...
Pain and grief and... sadness
Sober is depression
Everything is so good now
Don’t take this from me
I’m happy
Finally

Drinking *****
Breathing lies
Sniffing crack
Injecting likes
Blazing ***
Smoking hate
Eating coke
Believing fate
Tasting ****
Doing mine
Licking molly
Puffing crime
Vape opinions
Lines of cash
Feel the E
Camera’s flash
Popping oxy
Juiced on texts
Craving H
Hits of ***
Buzzed on pride
Shooting crank
Chewing shrooms
Dipping swank
Sweating spice
******* dust
Shots of self
****** on lust
Cutting white
Burning black
Craving dope
Snorting smack

Always high
And hungover
Never dreaming
Never sober.

Well done,
Just like everyone,
I have my
Uniform,
My clean shirt,
My clean mind.

Getting older now,
Cold,
When lonely-
Stay clean!
Build a future
I never thought I would see.

Step back,
Step forward,
But moved,
Always moved,
Though stagnant-
Not sterile.

Focus!
Don’t drift to decay,
Stay!
In the room,
Now,
No psychosis!

Nothing more will be done.
Your final touch emptied
my lungs of I can’t live without you
and I took my first breath in this
world. I cried like most newborns
and pacified myself with poetry
I am thankful you let go
else I wouldn’t have learned
how to walk alone.