“The first thoughts surged in,
Washing him off the banks of his mind.
It was all he could think of.”
That’s how life will feel like, more often
The voice within started
Doesn’t sobriety stink?
I swallowed. As if, in silent agreement
All your worst fears
A sweat trickled down
I have to. Huh! I even braved on
I scrambled for my notebook and pen
“Milestones” I titled it
“Day 1- success.” I recorded
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Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.