Poetry 12/10/23

I decided to have a sober weekend, my first in longer than I can remember. When you’re 26 and can say you’ve had substance abuse issues half your life, it was probably long overdue. I still don’t know how I feel. But this is something.

Haiku

A Weed free weekend.

It sure moves slower this way.

But how do I feel?

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I didn’t get high.

And I felt pretty damn low,

But I wasn’t numb.

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When will I give in?

Temptations all around me.

The cravings remain.

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Do I want to quit?

I miss sober happiness,

but I miss love more.

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To wake up or not?

Staying in bed through the day.

Unable to move.

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I miss my smile,

But how can I bring it back?

it’s been gone so long.

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The weekend is through.

My joints crack and body aches,

But I didn’t break.

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Do I keep going?

Will peer pressure make me crack?

What is it I want?

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