Only flesh and bonesLiving in a dreamI get so coldLike you wouldn’t believe The world is heavyWith your staresI choke down tearsSay I don’t careMy body is my homeBut it’s full of locked doorsDon’t know who I amTill I crumble to the floor I put on a smileLike I put on lipstickConvince me I’m fineCollapsing … Continue reading Until I Find The Light
You know when the sky is blue and the wind is blowing and the world feels peaceful and still? Like nothing can go wrong, and the promise of adventure brings you a secret thrill? That’s how you make me feel. Like I’ve played in the wind and lazed in the grass and finally found my … Continue reading If You Were a Day
I played with the idea of sobriety for years, even experimenting in short spurts. I knew the lessons I needed to learn, but it took me years to commit to learning them. Since I announced to the world my sobriety so recently, I've gotten an outpouring of love. A few people have shared that they too are considering sobriety, or struggle with similar issues as I do. I wanted to get everything about my experience and what I've learned down in hopes that my testament and advice can help others make the decision to be sober.
Can they smell the stench of rot coming from inside? Or hear the words attacking my brain, too evil to confide? Disintegrating bone and flesh are the fabrics of my soul, But on the outside looking in, they would never know. My arms are tired, my fire out, I’m too exhausted to keep going. Yet … Continue reading The Decay of Me
The ingredients of my soul, you ask? White gossamer curtains over an open window, A silent wonderland a dawn after snow. The way the wind blows and lights up the trees, It’s as if the leaves dance just for little old me. Music of any sort, it makes my soul come alive, Dancing and jumping … Continue reading The Ingredients of My Soul
I used to love love. I used to look for a sparkle in a stranger’s eye. I used to imagine I was the protagonist of one of my beloved stories. I can’t recall when that believing ended. I wonder if it hurt. I wonder if it was a slow process, or if it happened all … Continue reading Lost Chances
I saw you today. You were working, bustling around tables on a busy and sunny Sunday afternoon. Your hair was in a bun on top of your head. The backside of your head was closely shaved. Your hair was blonde. But not any blonde. The blonde that makes you look like you spend your dreams … Continue reading Maybe
