From darkness eclipsing my hope, my dreams
leaving me wretched, unable to cope,
I found hints of a power, as strange as it seems,
who perhaps might stoop to grant me hope.
Powerless, mired in loathsome gunk
I acted "I'm fine, I don't need a thing..."
but hated myself, saw life and ducked
yet acting a lie I'd bravely sing.
But false is false and others knew
I lacked the guts, hated my life.
Yet through it all somehow I knew
that still there was hope, escape from strife.
Desperate, I vowed to try any trail
that promised discovery
and find Twelve Steps that seldom fail
to lead to hope and recovery.
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