Dare I feel safe
wrapped in the womb
of the present;
a blackout’s length
away
from yesterday’s
unraveling?
Can I hang on to this moment;
savor it
without
being catapulted
into
tomorrow’s projected nightmares?
Is this the sought after
gift of my yearning;
the mythical promise
where chaos refuses to be birthed
and
anxiety is aborted?
Then tuck me in,
push pause,
and
deliver me the serenity
swaddled
in the heartbeat
of this gifted moment.
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I am a recovering alcoholic who celebrated 31 years of continuous sobriety august of 2018.
In support of my book Shaking the Family Tree, a double genre memoir/poetry offering that looks at the genetic predisposition for alcoholism from a layman's point of view, I have decided to start a blog. By sharing my own experience, I hope to open the door of recovery for others affected by this disease. And that includes those loved ones who are hoping to gain a little insight into the mechanics of the disease and recovery.
New publication as of 3/31/20 Kaleidoscope a poetry book of random meanderings intended to touch the heart tickle, tickle the funny-bone, awake the imagination, and in some cases, give pain a voice. Published under Dallas Hembra. Available for order now at Amazon, Books a Million, Barnes and Noble, and Written Dreams Publishing.
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