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Sobriety

I am growing older -

never implying I am wiser,

but hardly ever have I returned

to my previous state.

I am still remaining sober -

I have been working on that

since my last time at the bar

the night I got so drunk.

Little by little, step by step

I have come to realise

in alcohol there is neither fun

nor words to speak my mind.

I respect it may work for some,

it is the muse of their work,

yet for my starter writing

it has only stand for as an obstacle.

I would rather stop doing that
than get its weak inspiration
for dying from inanition
appear to be sensitive idea.

Nowadays I feel alive
consuption was not the real me -
for am I the bag of contradictions
only working without substances.

Just me and my old pencil.