O’ I Will Rise

By Matt Harrison

The following was written between September 17th and 30th, 2018

Not three weeks sober

Suppose I am doing fine

But it’s a long road


These countless mistakes

Hanging, trapped in a cocoon

Becoming wisdom


Nearly a month clean

Before that comes one month

Since the wheels came off


It all led me here

Chaos compounded by fear

The flower has blossomed


Mouthwash tastes like booze

I almost drank some last night

Perennial trash


An alcoholic

Who thought he had lost the thirst

That ache hasn’t left


Kick these doors open

Let the wind torment this place

Cast away what was


Sky ripe with darkness

With nothing left to be said

I am haiku’d out

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