The Morning After. {Poem}


I who lived a drunkard’s life

used to emerge from soul-darkness

each dank morning,

surrounded by reeking,

spiteful, half-drained

cans and bottles.

I awoke to sunshine

and realized that

books lay strewn and piled

around my bed, exactly

where the detritus of drinking

used to scatter.

Such irony, and sweet messy blessing!

To awake to realms of words,

troves of wisdom,

endless possibilities,

instead of warm beer and an empty

frightened, cold heart.

 “Of all things, I liked books best.”  ~ Nikola Tesla

Published by Keeley Milne

Keeley Milne has an irrepressible joie de vivre. She is most content when with her son Liam, a pile of books, or in the woods—and best yet all three at once. She loves to run marathons in other countries, go on solo adventures, and drink a perfect cup of coffee. She is a voracious reader and loves to write, listen, and laugh. Keeley makes her home in Medicine Hat, Alberta, where she is completing an English degree, going for runs in the coulees, and hugging Liam as much as she can, every day. You can connect with Keeley on her Facebook here, on Instagram, or Tumblr.

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