We danced around the periphery with fairy wings
Throwing glitter that caught the light
Hips swaying in the shimmer
The tall grass moving with us
Pinkies locked and promises made to step into the center
This was our time
Full moon freedom on a Saturday afternoon
“We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it.”
Sweet chants of childhood cheering us on
Eyes closed. Count to 3. Then leap.
Into the caramel and marrow
The center of the magic
With it’s swirls and swells and tyrant twisters
And sandbars and shady weeping willows too
We took flight in the mess of the middle
Our dime store wings made of wire and tulle and plastic rhinestones
Fastened to our shoulders with shoestrings
They were strong enough to carry us through
SOBER POETRY:This is a space where recovery and creativity meet. It features heartfelt verses that capture the emotions of sobriety. Written by various Sober Curator Contributors and readers about their recovery journeys, these poems provide inspiration, healing, and reflection for readers seeking solace and connection.
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