Sober

It's been a long time since I've even thought of you
My fears weighing heavy on my back
My rucksack is full of them

Fear of failing
Fear of misstepping
Fear of relapsing

I have done my best to rid my garden of weeds
Weeds that provide the chaos
Weeds that make my life a living hell

Hell from the words they speak
Hell from the way they treat me
Hell from the malicious nature of their being

But I know it will never be really over for me
Each day I may crash and burn
But tomorrow brings yet another chance
To be sober.