There will be a day
and it could be this one
where you will finally know
what you have to do
and you’ll begin
on your knees at first
tombed in your house
with the old voice of doom
in your ear
and the rot of apology
on your breath
you’ll walk outside
where crickets cry out
into the cool world
where night waits
to gather your body
against its broad chest
where a new voice
will resonate with
one that’s been silent for years
one that you’ll recognize
as your own
and you’ll remember
You
are
worth
saving
Sobriety Poet 