All the hard
times prepared me
for this.
The hopeless
times, black sun
sadness.
The long seasons of
madness.
Starving, like a
winter tomcat.
The hospital stays.
Jails and psych wards.
The fist fights under
Bridges.
Midnight swims, drunk in
the Iowa River,
not drowned, only out
of spite.
All of this, and
much more got
me ready for this.
I’m sitting up in bed.
It’s 5:00 AM.
My three cats chase
each other, like
lovers in spring.
I’ve been sober
for almost two years.
I even quit smoking
cigarettes.
I’m writing regularly,
and publishing much
of it.
It’s mostly well received
Worldwide.
I’m sipping a hot cup
of coffee.
It’s from Sumatra and has
notes of herbs and earth.
I look at the pictures of
Van Gogh and
Hemingway above my
antique maple desk,
as I listen to Mozart.
A writer needs four walls.
I have so much more,
children
wisdom
cats
and gratitude, the most
important thing I
found.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Gratitude indeed. What an incredible journey you have been on Thomas. Those earlier experiences weren’t wasted. They provide material for your writing. I want to say congratulations. Great read.
Thank you so much, Cassie.
More than 4 walls, magnificent!
Thank you.
Good words Thomas and that last stanza is so right.
Andy
Thanks.
Good write Tom.
Thank you.
Fantastic, Thomas. Your journey and the destination, a fine write. I came away moved and inspired in my own writing.
I'm glad. Thank you, Tom.
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