Desperate Changes

A sonnet

(Photo by Jakub Dziubak on Unsplash)

My life is haunted by ghosts of my past

Secrets and skeletons I’ve stowed away

I pray my mistakes are never unmasked

For there are things I’m not ready to face

So I swallow my shame with something strong

Venom from vices I’ll never confess

But the bottle’s relief by morning is gone

And again I’m captive to my regrets

This facade is getting hard to maintain

Hangovers and heartaches are getting old

Inside, desperation evokes a change

And I discover I’m at a crossroad

So I veer onto a life changing path

And I find healing in each sober step.