It is important to note that I wrote this two years ago today. I have been lucky to overcome some obstacles but I have to remember where I was so that I remember to never go back to the dark place I was in.
The bottle it calls me by name
to blot out tribulation that mocks.
If obstacles come I turn askew
and seek favorite drinking spots.
It speaks and begs I let elixir
travel down and into my limbs
so that it might send me places
I could howl at the moon again.
Sing songs easier the bottle says
or seek you others in your pack.
Who offer noise to numb things;
so your’e blind to a heart so black.
I have faltered as do all who
have faced differing situations.
To fix the vice that grips me,
I must give my heart liberation.
I must address fear I don’t face,
I must search depths with evaluation.
It’s hard in the valley’s dark night,
from there come ill made perceptions.
I must cast out my animosity,
spite, jealously and toxic dreams.
Fortitude I should birth inside,
then pray as my tears they leave.
My adversary is found in wine or
when I drink down hops or tonics.
Their grip makes me nonsensical,
making my bed by morn a coffin.