Waking tired, but not sedated
And feeling calm, not agitated Alarm's a gentle wake up call And not a galling mental brawl No regrets from the night before No blackout I need to explore Safe and sound and in control The contents of my bag still whole Hearing the birds, but not cursing No pounding head in need of nursing Seeing the sun, not trying to hide But flinging the curtains open wide Washing my hair without spacing A steady heart, not one that's racing Brushing my teeth without gagging Getting ready, my feet not dragging Pouring cereal into a bowl Feeding my body and my soul Fruit and juice pass through my lips No cold pizza and leftover chips Getting out the house with ease Not scrambling round to find my keys Leaving early, not running late My brain able to operate
27 days sober and woke up feeling super positive. Had to write about it, to remind myself on the days I might feel less so :)
I've never wanted
Something that burns my soul more. Narcissistic *****.
Struggling today. Writing is therapy.
The Luscious Scottish greenery is seeping into my coal black machinery
The surreal natural beauty surrounds my adopted and cold cruelty I cautiously wandered to the Scottish Moor to try and find a teetotal cure But it seems I have brought my terminal self with me, I still continously play my sickening and bitter symphony
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