Off The Drink Poem by Donna Saphier

I'm a clean girl now, been dry for two years
No more hangovers, no more drunken tears
No more shaking and no being sick
No more outsider's taking the Mick
No pins and needle's and withdrawal fits
I can now admit, I was falling to bits
No more dry mouth, no more banging head
No more am I spending all day in bed
No more fighting I've had my fair share
No cigarette dimps stuck in my hair
No more brown fingers through smoking old dimps
I'm not hanging around with that fella that limps
I don't have to borrow every day for a drink
I don't have to tell my brain how to think
I now go to sleep in a nice cosy bed
I once didn't care where I laid my head
No more waking up to a stranger beside me
Hoping and praying that he hadn't tried me
No more fighting and coming off worse
No more forgetting where I'd left my purse
But now I'm awake and I love every day
I praise myself for feeling this way
But my head may be clear
And I still live in fear
Of the road to hell
That knows me so well