Fourteen lines. No lies. Structure, surrender and maybe a brunch breakdown; like sobriety but with rhyme schemes instead of relapse dreams.
Both ask for honesty. Both make you sit in discomfort. No running, no rambling. Just the truth, line by line.
I used to write sonnets in university. Then I drank instead.
Now I’m back – sober, present and still figuring it out. These are my sober sonnets. Some sharp, some soft. All trying – until they were finally earned.
Like me. Maybe like you, too.
Sober Sonnet One
Sober Sonnet Two
Sober Sonnet Three
Sober Sonnet Four
Sober Sonnet Five
Sober Sonnet Six
NORTH LET GO 