Gotta get sober
Said in October
Nicotine and a cold shoulder
And then in November
December till May
Trudging through another day
Stuck in a tar pit of pain
Wasted on every holiday
Pray the Lord takes my soul away
Pretending I’m not afraid
To feel lonely or incomplete
Hidden in abuse of substance
Is desire to reconnect with love
But that connection gets lost and diluted
In craven resurgence
For emotional support
Enforced in friends groups
And contorted by growling untruths
Honestly, who hasn’t been there
Still enough care
Still getting repaired
Still floating on air
Instead of drowning
When it all comes in waves
Now we get grounded
So there’s no falter in way
Carry a little less stress
Through a routine of asanas
Grasping for breath
Finding nirvana
Utilizing the rest
Of frontal lobe trauma
Silt settles best
Unguilted by drama
Journey on, oh restless spirit
The kettle screams, but you won’t hear it
The steam of flowers herbs a potion
Would this warmth be a steady notion?
It’s alright if you’re still looking
All in due fairness
Do we grow in awareness
And each find our footing