“Sober”

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Saved my life

Droughted out the drowning 

And drove me to draw

New conclusions and foreshadowings

Which gave my giving up away

I knew it from the very beginning

That these hands weren't meant to hang off cliffs

Or over Saturday night sins

A Gin and a Gin,

Not meant to age in beachwood barrels

Nor rot in a pine box

At least...not yet.

I met intervention at a narrow intersection

And it changed my direction

It changed my mind like clothing

Brought madness to a canvas

And commanded it to no longer 

Attack the heart with threatful strokes,

But strike like lightning

Flashes of flammable passion.

I now take my time

And promise myself better daze

And nicer nights

By writing my wrongs

No matter how left I have to go.

No part of it is anything less than a rocky road,

But I read my eyes like a map.

I know them like the back of my hand

I know this land!

I live in it and on it

I am of it

I've learned its valleys

I love its peaks.

I call it peace.

It's a terrible drink,

But its incomparable to ink.