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Extra Ordinary

A second life to live.

By Pamela MahlerPublished 5 years ago β€’ 1 min read

Warm, splintered sunlight shines through grey curtains.

My eyes awaken,

A new day is born.

Bright yellow lemons greet me on the counter.

I slice one and squeeze half in my mug and

watch my black cat play on our white rug.

I drink in my water and take a deep sip of air,

carry my coffee to my balcony chair.

Where I watch the trees grow their leaves flush and green

and remember all of the things that I've seen.

There were days when I slept all the way through the sun

Mind cloudy with shame of the things I had done

Each night an adventure, but none of them fun.

I drank dark brown, golden and clear

I'd guzzle down wine, whiskey, and beer

Fingertips yellow from cruel nicotine

And if anyone asked, I was living the dream.

Covered in glitter, neon lights in the club

Wishing that I had said no to drugs.

The pale yellow of bile, mascara smudged black

Every morning wanting my sanity back.

Years have passed since I've seen that girl,

but I sit in the morning and revisit her world.

Her memory in the mine of my soul, a canary

To give thanks to God, my life is so ordinary.

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About the Creator

Pamela Mahler

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