Getting High on Sobriety

free at last

from your strong hold

no longer at 

your beck and call

past the clammy hands

and cold sweats

the splitting headaches

and annoying palpitations

i thirst no more

for your ephemeral comfort

i can look at you

right in the face

and couldn't care less

sobriety is my new name

now i wake up each morning

with a natural high

© Bing (PinkLady) 2011

 Thanks to Jingle for The Perfect Poet Week 41 Award. 
I vote for Lolamouse of Mouse Droppings.

Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 42

and The Thursday Think Tank #45- Secrets

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