"It's One Year From Now, and Everything's Perfect," by Jack Gower

Looking back I

can’t believe it took

me this long to change.

I was just a scared

lonely raw-nerved tumble

weed. Tangled in

resistance and resentments.

on day 365 of

sobriety, my true form

finally emerged. I

was let in on the secret.

Oh, how I’ve been

so blind. This is

What they were all

talking about, but

completely unable

to explain.

I know all this

pain, misery, and

suffering was the

cloak of someone’s

dark humor

I laugh with them—

now, as my spirit

soars over all the

pointless physical bodies

perfection is a void

blank space.

A proud canvas

exploding with

anticipation.