9: Sober

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A clear head,
in control of my body,
making wise decisions ahead,
to have fun with only my natural ecstasy.

Finding joy in the most hilarious,
to appreciate the worth of having somebody,
to create an unforgetable experience.
My mentor, my savior, is the power of sobriety.

A form of self-improvement,
for help I yell in an extended woe,
an unconditional yearning movement,
when the blood starts asking me to flow.

No more burning paychecks
and no more slurring to be happy.
Never will I say yes.
My teacher, my preacher, is the power of sobriety.

An underrated achievement,
some will praise my bravery,
others will offer a different treatment
once failed to understand my recovery.

Close ones will not drop me an invitation,
for I had selected the better solution
to keep in touch with reality.
My friend, by best friend, is the power of sobriety.

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