Tuesday, August 30, 2011

An Honest Poet

The days go ticking by
and in my case
this is good
because each day
brings me farther
from the nightmare
and further along
a good honest road

some days are a battle
some days
are a white fluffy seed
blowing on the wind
that comes to rest
on the ground
with the potential
to sprout
something new

I no longer have a drinking problem
I no longer drink

do you know what freedom is?
only the slave knows what
freedom is
when the chains are loosed
the obligation filled
and you become
your own master


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