Sobriety
I saw the light.
It was bright, and full and round
Like the moon.
Calling out to me,
First by name,
Then by inviting,
'Come! Come!
Hold my hand.
For I will show you the way.'
Like a shadow,
I followed closely,
my feet the moving air,
Down a hallway that secured
all that had ever come to pass.
all that had ever breathed.
I had died. Internally.
And what I saw, was not a dream.
rather a new world.
My soul reaching a new height.
beyond prayer and healing.
Wings lifting me up and away,
into the universe of the seventh kind.
And all that was a mystery,
Was solved.
Willing, was I, to give up body and blood.
For eternity to take my life.
To donate the tapestry of my suffering.
Yet my soul declined, whole-heartedly,
And rushed into that of which I once unloved.
Myself.
My eyes awoke. Half
mast and sleepy.
Bottles of licquor littering my nightstand,
Pills at the foot of my bed.
And at that moment,
I felt the warmth of a thousand hands touching me.
Renewing what little fire danced in my heart.
So I cried. Tears brimming down my face.
My faith had not been forgotten.
I was still loved.
And found myself,
of worthiness.