When left alone, I found myself floating in a sea of whiskey <br />All too often, I have taken out onto this sea <br />Unaware of the affect it had on my surrounding environment <br />Knowing where my limit is, yet blowing past it in an effort to forget <br />Forgetting is only temporary, and it will soon come back to haunt me again <br />When on the waters of trouble, the good Capitan 'Walker' only proves to make getting back to shore safely more difficult <br />To pilot the ship is a daunting task indeed <br />Keeping away from the jagged rocks of self-loathing, which only serve to pull me deeper into the tides <br />This ocean only deepens as time wears on <br />Relationships are strained to the point that the ropes are taught and prepared to burst back into the million individual threads they began life as <br />Now it seems the only way to retain my safety and sanity is to never see the sea again <br />Now standing 60 days without that perfect storm is sobering <br />Something not done in 10 times as many days <br />I see clearly what was left behind and the future ahead <br />Nor do I cry for leaving it behind, only smile because it was<br /><br />Christopher Ridgeway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-storm-17/
