One person's journey surviving mental illness and recovering from substance abuse.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Consulting the Oracle
I tugged each petal loose
And watched it fall,
Somewhat dispassionately, I thought,
Then chided myself for the lie.
Since it too soon for blooms.
Cold held life still.
If I could I would hibernate.
Back in the day I would have just stayed stoned
Or drank too much if there was no weed.
But sobriety leaves you with time.
So I ask questions without answers
That don't need to be posed
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