With every milestone I walk up to with my admittedly goofball, clinically introverted 🤣, yet stout determination, I am thrilled to report that I still fear the hell out of alcohol. There is no softening to the idea that, hey, maybe I got this sobriety thing in the bag. I know what waits for me…
Do not be afraid. It’s just God, fanning the dark train of his blue gown over the forest floor, taking his seat, sifting for his mark in that secret book on his lap, from where he’ll read to us, and to the animals that stayed behind, blinking inside tree hollows, or yielding their bodies under…
Rilke said everything is gestation and then birthing I know this is true because the second time I was born after he broke everything not just my heart after I spoke everything not just my heart and years moved and my soul moved mutely in the dark unsayable nothing I emerged from that womb
Sobriety Poet 