Poem

Ubersite, Poem, Long, Long Ago

Curling Wisps of Starlit Smoke (poem)

The midnight streets are mine alone traversed on soft soled shoe, to step on gritty pavement and breathe in sweet life anew.

Poem, Ubersite, Sobriety, Addiction, Struggle, Alcoholism

I wrote this 3 months before getting sober.

I wrote this poem about 3 months before I got sober, almost nine years ago. It's a window into the darkest moments of my life.