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B A C / 0.0

Blood Alcohol Content = B A C

B A C / 0.0

It’s
contagious  
outrageous
an illness 
with
no fulfillment 
if you will 
And 
all it takes you 
to make you 
into a victim 
Is just one drop 
pressed to your lips 
mixed with
the scent
of it 
will make you
go weak
relapse 
ALCOHOL 
But not anymore 
as that door 
has been closed 
regardless the calls 
from the deep-end 
I refuse to give-in 
when I can 
REMAIN in 
Shallow Waters 
never willing to 
take you 
B A C 
0.0 ‘/. Chances 
pun intended 

 

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Being Me

Wow!  Thank God you have discovered poetry, Rob. You have a way with words that will make good things happen to you in life. What a brilliant affirmation poem this is x

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RG

I think I’m starting to realize that Tina , as I felt I could never overcome my past trauma from my childhood and through poetry I conquered those demons . That victory gave me the eyesight to realize if I can use it to defeat those issues then why not use poetry to overcome all of my insecurities and flaws?  So poetry is helping me through alcoholism now , still healing from heartbreak and to learn about faith . It’s a marathon not a sprint . Thank you for reconfirming what I feel as it helps with confidence and shines an even brighter light on the journey :) 

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