Only Today

It doesn't matter what date you use for your "sobriety". Today is the only day you can be sober. ~ Maureen Gibbons

Counting the days should be glorious,
should be exhilarating, encouraging,
egging us on, enticing.
Why, then, does it trip us up,
derail us, hinder those last days
to public recognition?
What is there about a plastic token
that shoves us back to addiction
instead of feeling like a pat on the back?
Yet it looms large, a small reward...
Why do I feel unworthy?
Why do I get within an arm's
length only to fail?
Why does the counting of days past —
and those to come – take my eye off today?