STRANGE HORIZONS

 (written at about 11 years sober) 

 What a strange sensation

 to wake up without dread

 eager, almost, to leave the bed

 to enter the new day.

 

 How odd it seems

 to look straight into morning's mirror

 without cringing

 or averting my eyes.

 

 What a relief it is

 to feel whole in body

 to own my mind

 to be free of anguish.

 

 Oh, my dear old friend

 so hard it was to leave you

 but you lied, you took me out,

 you took me away.

 

 I miss you not anymore

 where you once were, is filling now

 with flesh and blood friends

 with hope, with peace

 

 How strange it seems, still

 to clearly see the sunrise

 after a night

 well remembered.

  :) glo