A Road To Sobriety
It’s a long road — rocky but slippery at the same time
Every kilometer is where a tempting turnaround lies
I’d be the best liar if I said I hadn’t turned around
Five kilometers, ten, to a thousand
Then I went back, regret it and started over — many times
I wish it were a highway with a single exit — a sobriety,
Maybe with some views of the meadow and the trees
But what exists is nothing but high cliffs
ones that bring me back to my beginning
I wish it were a one-way road,
That way, my head is stuck with one destination — a sobriety
I wish it were as easy as a summer road trip.
I wish it were in my neighborhood,
A next door away or across the street,
But then I’d come home to die of my cravings,
Or maybe not a home, if a home’s supposed to be safe
No, it’s not a safe place for me, not in my case
I wish I never had to take this road in the beginning.
Once you start, you jump off the cliff
Once you want to quit, it’s more than one climb away,
more than one kilometer away,
more than one turn away,
more than one day away,
or worse, more than one life away,
