Repost December 2013
I need to show gratitude
For the third shot of whiskey
It was at that moment
The adventures of the night
Would start rolling
Sharp kick to my tongue
The burning along my throat
The warmth in my chest
And I knew, that
The third shot of whiskey
Found its way home
Clearly by then, judgment
Had left the building
Quickly followed by dignity
And inhibitions,
They were last week’s splendor
For tonight,
I would hit the dance floor
Spin within the bright lights
Get tangled within the churning music
Stumble over my fear
Until I am standing in temporary bravery
I am grateful for the third shot of whiskey
It was in that moment
I could ignore the I cannots and will nots and don’t even think abouts
And actually do and be
Because by the third shot
I had found ignorance and a smile
And forgot that tomorrow…
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