Four Months Sober

A poem by Isaac C.

Another party finished and I'm Sober yet again

It's hard to have fun, without my best friend

Why get together, if not to get high

Why get on board, if your not gonna fly?

My new friends tell me, it's going to be great

If I just give it some time, I will learn to relate

But my memories of the past, are holding me back

My future in sobriety, is under attack

Did I lose my only remedy, to live a good life?

Did I lose my only vice, to rid myself of strife?

What if it were put here, a gift from G-d to me?

What if its my ingredients from G-d so I can see?

Can I not just be careful, and enjoy it in its time?

How dare you take my ladder and command me to climb?

Can it be I just don't get it? Or have I been promised lies?

Perhaps I have been living trying to see with closed eyes?

I don't know the answers, I pray they come soon

I need to gas my rocket, if I plan to reach the moon

What will be my gas? Is the big question right now

Please G-d show me your way and patiently teach me how