If Sobriety Could Not Be Imagined

 by Helena B.

 If sobriety could not be imagined,
 but is being believed and lived,
 the shedding of this wet wool blanket
 and the fresh air I'll take in
 and the free movement of my limbs
 once out from under its weight
 is now still a hazy dream,
 one in which I will be standing,
 heart lifted and soul unleashed,
 mind burgeoning with thoughts
 of all life has to promise
 and all that I love in the world.

 

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