We Drink to Be Free We Drink to Be Wild To break down the protective barrier To open our bodies and hearts and minds To connect with friends To connect with family To connect with ourselves But drinking enslaves us Those of us who drink with a singular passion Those of us who become addicted
Category: Life is Art is Life
I was afraid that I was destroying my health. I was afraid that the whites of my eyes were turning yellow I was afraid that I was an alcoholic I was afraid that I couldn’t stop I was afraid of Sobriety Afraid I’d be dull Afraid I’d lose my friends Afraid I couldn’t do it
I was walking in a fog on streets that were unknown to me. I knew the sun existed beyond the haze, I could feel it’s presence and promise but it had yet to burn away The despairing cloud. I walked on through the swirling mist, with short sighted vision and steps unsure. There were others.
Letting go of what’s over must be complete The web disentangled – not even one strand Still sticky to hold one back, or repeat No more time given to If, But or And To do this is tricky but not hard to teach: Imagine two branches – with one hand on each If you don’t
May I take your hand my friend For I have fallen. I have stumbled on the stones And cannot rise unaided. My limbs are weak, My mind is clouded. I need your grip If only but to stand. May I lean on you my friend For I am tired. So many nights have I slept