Writing poetry is how I get most honest and vulnerable. I’m 81 days sober and just started the 4th step (for the second time). This is the current vibe:
It’s not easy
I’m the worst of the worst
and I’m cursed to keep hurting
I’m the best of the best
Wanna test the “not yet”s
Pathologically superlative
So spare me the superfluous
“At least you’re not hungover”s
It’s not easy getting sober
Terminally unique
I determinedly critique
All the lessons and I’m betting
I’m a lesser j than them
And I’m betting that I’m better
at forgetting all the lessons
I learn over and over and over
It’s not easy staying sober
Miserable defeat
of my formidable deceit
Denial has me trying
to avoid facing my lying
But since honesty’s the principle
I’ll make my defects visible
in efforts to be nobler
It’s not easy being sober
