Now that I’m clean I rock a positive sheen, instead of standing clothed in last nights filth.
Having had crawled out from under the duvet, I’d survey, sniff and repeat into the next day.
No longer do I sway when
I walk through the streets;
I don’t footpath weave or drunkenly bush pee…
Now that I’m sober I no longer fall over the black spots that are lost,
The unrecovered costs…
Waking like a dried up dehydrated ghost after the evening priors host un-responsibility –
Still hungover ’til morning tea…
Nothing resonating, nothing functioning.
Now that I’m dry I no longer worry why my life was or is so hard,
Because it isn’t.
It’s straight edged with pleasures,
It’s enjoying beautiful weather,
It’s remembered and lived in.
It’s lessons and laughter,
It’s’befores’ and ‘afters,’
And it’s now mine to get amongst.
