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One hundred and seventy three
Days of bliss
and joy
and tears
and love
and being so wide awake-
and hyper-conscious
of every little thing....

Grateful
Humble
stuttering....

I wish I had the ballet grace
To navigate sobriety,
Instead of clumsy thumbs-
Like always,
I have found myself to have.

Deep breaths,
Water,
Walks and patience.

Always, always -
You,
Lord.