This month I celebrated 21 sober months.
My husband bought me a cake.
It said, "Happy 21st"
I loved the frosting.
This picture was also taken this month.
I like this picture.
I can see myself again.
It really took a long time for this girl to come out of hiding.
I mean she quit drinking twenty-one months ago...
What took her so long?
I have stared at the stranger in the mirror I hope for the last time.
The stranger I both smiled politely at and I cursed at.
I think she is gone.
But not forgotten.