I sit here quietly… (Sobreity poem)

​I sit here quietly, wondering ‘how’, ‘what’ and ‘why”?
I have gone past the angst and ant anytime I can easily start to cry. 

People think they know what’s going on with my brain?
I fear they don’t have a clue,
I am trying to keep my sanity for one more day.. what else can I do?

I struggle with addictions all my life,
The gregarious nature of wanting more, more and more,
But the fact is I will fall down on my arms, hands and possibly face… wouldn’t that be sore?

I know I am here today, 18 months and one a week sober
I am learning a new life.. and if I need to, I shall go a little more slower.

Today is what’s promised 
And I thank God for that each day, 
I know in my heart I will enjoy this journey of sobriety more than I can ever know
As this is a passage of discovery, which each of us are able to grow…

Jason
16th May 2026