It pours around me

It pours around me

Until I found sobriety 

The rain was constant inside of me

The storms would rage

Another day, another page

Unnoticeable 

Even when standing beside of me

Few have ever truly found me

Everyone knows me who is around me

The funny guy, the crazy guy

Who always loves to be really high

Noticeable 

My masks’ abilities truly astound me

But something has changed since sobriety has found me

I’ve been introduced to the peaceful, the calm, the sound me

The storms quelled, no longer rage

I get to live another day, another page

Very noticeable 

But instead of inside, it seems, most of the time, outside, the storms; it pours around me.

The sights of suffering surrounding me has truly tried me

Can’t anyone truly want this gift of sobriety besides me?!?!

If not-you’ll continue to rage

Day by day, page by page

Noticeable 

And I pray. I pray each day. That you find what I’ve found. And look and love yourself and finally get to see what I see.

Joel Prickett 

9/10/24