58 Days, Fragile Sobriety

Yesterday I woke sobered
instead of in disbelief,
but any progress I made through the stages of grief
barely lasted the day.

By nightfall I was bargaining…

Let this be a nightmare.
Let me wake up.
Let me go back.
Let me jump ahead.

Will every day spiral through the resistance of heartbreak and anger, then wind its way back toward acceptance again?

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