9,497 days...but who's counting

today is my personally recognized sobriety date. An anniversary. A rebirth day. 27 years ago I intoxicated myself for the last time. I began writing a new ending to the story of my life. I began to morn the loss of the person I was and looked towards the future with fear, hesitation, and excitement. I remember in great detail that moment I decided I was going to try something different and how scared I was of the unknown. The fact I was going to let go of everything I held dear to myself, the sickness of addiction. For the first time I began to care. Today I am still scared, still unsure of myself and my path. For 27 years I have held the course, I have not used any drug or alcohol and I continue to try something different...thank you for sharing in my journey

B

Hesitation in Motion

The second sweeps like a slow motion suicide.

The clock face pure like the bleached skull of memory past.

He leans against the steel bars, watching, waiting as the clouds build.

He hasn't seen the sky in five months and longs for its spectacle of desire.

The sun and moon sleep on the heavy black numbers.

The energy of the storm builds, the pressure lives in his head.

Like a worn place in the movement, he watches for a hesitation in motion.

He waits 

watches 

for a hesitation in motion