1246 days

of sobriety


3 years

4 months

4 weeks



The drunk version of me

Erased by memory

The crazy days

The erotic encounters

All seem so blurred

Lost in history


Buried deep in the dirt

Along with my lonely tears

The hearts I’ve broken

Friends who fled away

The relationships that faded

The sins I committed

People I lost faith in

All buried deep in the dirt


Bottles after bottles of alcohol

Demeanor of self-deception

Trusting that alcohol was alleviation

And yet left alone

with empty bottles

Empty as I was

Piled up like my troubles

Taking up all the spaces

Mocking my last sanity


Whiskey tasted like self-love

The next morning it reeked agony from my inside

the smell lingered

for 3 years

4 months

4 weeks

the mistakes I’ve made

all buried deep in the dirt

yet always there as a reminder


1246 days


sobriety enables me to see

all the misery

clear and fair

what I suffer

How I suffer

the pain is greater when I am sober

I live through the sadness I try so hard to ignore


the past never truly disappeared

always there as a mockery

reminding me of all the failures

the worst version of me I have ever been


choosing recovery

but trapped in memory lane

the illusion of how whiskey can cure

seems so tempting

my mental disease

all relied on it


1246 days


every today

is followed by a struggling yesterday

every hopeful tomorrow

is constructed by a skeptical today


3 years

4 months

4 weeks

of recovery


recovery glows flowers

adorning the grave I dug for myself

white and yellow flowers

on the dirt I buried my history

white as I my heart is now pure

yellow as the sun spreads hope



An apology Letter to My Body (2)

Dear body,

I apologize

for drowning you with alcohol

When I was all broken inside


I knew you couldn’t breathe anymore

But I didn’t care if there would be a tomorrow

I did not know any other way

To make the pain inside me disappear

So I kept drinking


I am sorry

for overdosing and for hurting you

For letting you bleed

But we were at war

If you can remember

Both of us

trying so hard

To erase each other

In order to prove one’s worth
I hope that today

I can make peace with you


I’m sorry

When you were that little

I let her inside of you

you did not even know what it meant


and as you grew older

he touched you

and tried to make you

one of his

I am sorry

for not having the strength to leave

I am sorry

That I didn’t protect you


I scrubbed every inch of you

For a thousand times

But I know you can still feel him on you

Still taste his perfume

At the tip of your tongue

Still have nightmares

about how your body trembled

when he held you

And Fiddled with your hair

Whispering the words into your ears

Like a spell that made you his personal Barbie


It was not your fault

That he thought your body

was his to own

You were young and lost

And he was there


It was not your fault

That you listened

to the old stories

A woman must be saved by a man

And you thought he was Prince Charming


But this is a story

of how a woman saved herself



I will hold on to you

And we will fly together

In this world that has already lost gravity


Men and alcohol were never the


The solution

Or An answer

You were your own hero

And we know that now

We have proved it