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DAY 81 Sober: A Poem a day
Hello friends today is day 81 sober, Today been such an amazing. I’ve been in bed most of the day. I was beyond tired after work. I wrote a few poems today. I am finding a new love that is poetry. It helps me get these feeling out. I was in the middle of my series of poems when I was inspired to start a new series, both will be finish soon. Then off to be Publish, Its crazy to know I am living a dream, a dream not in my head; it’s more of a feeling that I feel come over my skin. It’s hard to explain. Like an out of body experience with heighten senses.
But a dream only made possible from staying sober, man if I knew how it felt I would have done it years ago saved so many heartbreaks. My 90 days are coming up, no plans yet, maybe a steak dinner. People talk about being humble, which I am trying to always be but I want to celebrate every moment that I am sober. I deprive myself for so long from life and I am now in the moment, dancing, laughing, writing, and loving. I feel like my life will be a constant celebration even if my surrounding are not matching, life going to happen whether I like it or not, I just need to be so in love with life the ride will be fun and It will be easier to pass through hard times. I want sobriety over, fun, money, fame, love, over everything. I am learning how to fall in love with the essence of sobriety; it’s been pretty easy. I have not craved a single drop of booze in almost 3 months, which is unheard of with the old Adolfo. I don’t put myself around people, places or things that might trigger that but even if that trigger appears the buzz of this dream is so much greater than that whiskey thief that robs me of everything. Including life. Sober is the New Black. Five things I am grateful for is for love, sobriety, the readers from all over the world, poems, and for people in recovery who are walking beside me, reaching out a hand if ever darkness appears.
Stay connect with love, Adolfo
Poem 4
Lykke li Dance, dance, dance is so amazing. Words can never make up for what you do, so now I dance, dance, dance
DAY 53 SOBER: My Letter to Vincent
It’s 12:24am on day 53 sober, I am still awake on Sober is the New Black, the longer I am sober , I get more of an understanding on what love is and means. Learning how to love and accept love. How to show love, give love, create love within. How to build relationship with love and how to nurture love. I created this post from a deep place and felt these feelings inside needed to be released. This Letter consist of a poem I just wrote, photos and a song that connects to everyone in the photos Especially vince.
Choose
You choosen this lost boy with no direction
Loved the drunk with whiskey lips
Supported my empty shell of a body with your clouded eyes
Cuddled my lifeless limbs and bones with your tired arms
Wiped away my weeping tears of regret with your blister fingers
You fathered the fatherless with your broken heart
Cried, pleaded, begged, demand with your threats
Dug holes for a prisoner of the past to escape with your fading love
This boy now has direction with sweet lips
Body Shell filled with Love, joy and courage that shine’s out
Limbs and bones electrified with strength
Tears of joy now flow
Fathered by the universe
No longer a Prisoner from past
free’d from the dug holes
Let me build that path now
Let me love those bitter lips
Let my shine, shine through those clouded eyes
Let my endurance build those tired arms
Let my sober kisses heal those blistered fingers
Let my love seal that broken heart
Let my action wash away those past threats
I am now strong enough to dig holes for your prison past
Carry you to freedom
Choose me.
Let me choose you.
Love me.
Let me love you.
Hold me.
Let me hold you.
Choose us.
By Adolfo Vasquez
Stay connect with love, Adolfo
DAY 47 Sober: “MY HIKE” WRITTEN BY ADOLFO VASQUEZ
My Hike
Walking steady up my parents path cold and full of thorns.
Walked it my whole life full of misery and trauma.
Need a new path.
A different route.
Push through bushes.
Stomping hard.
creating a new path.
Bushes made from infected past.
Feeling pain and loneliness
from the infected bushes.
Must continue, must push through
hurt, pain and guilt.
Making a path for me.
Tears are flowing
I hold on tight.
No path in site
Bushes turn into a path.
My path.
Start to see the world from a different angle.
Start to see the world from a higher place.
Parent’s path no longer in site.
Air smells sweet.
No misery.
Pioneer to my new path.
Lets plant some roses
filled with courage, love and joy.
Created a new path for my kids.
See my kids pioneer their path.
A different route.
BY
ADOLFO VASQUEZ
STAY CONNECT WITH LOVE, ADOLFO
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