Sober again, and feeling proud.
I really want to yell out loud.
Wish I could always feel this way.
But I’m happy to have today.
It goes from the tip of my nose,
all the way down in to my toes.
Battles in me but also outside.
I am taking it all in stride.
With my mac I have had a fight.
Stubborn thing wouldn't let me write.
But at long last it did give in.
I didn’t give up. I did win.
So now I’m writing this for you.
But I’m writing it for me too.
It gives me a sense of control.
Unloading a brain that’s too full.
It is helping me pass the time.
Random thoughts all laid out in rhyme.