Rise Above: From Fool to Sage Poem, by GeekSusie, at My poetic side

Once a fool in folly's sway, I strolled astray,

Substance and spirits, my chosen way,

Lost in vices, blind and cruel,

I found pleasure in playing the fool.

Matured and wise, I tread anew,

Leaving behind the intoxicating brew.

Curiosity and inspiration, my new friends,

As down sobriety's road, around its bends, I wend.

That intoxicated fool was but not me,

A shell of a person, lost at sea.

Like a phoenix from the ashes of my past,

I rise above, free at last.

In wisdom's garden, the former fool found pace,

Unmasked the fear, embraced a new face.

No longer a puppet to past's toxic wine,

I live, I learn, in the present, I'm just fine.

Remembering the past, not with guilt or regret,

But as lessons learned, I'll never forget.

Once a fool, I may have been,

But now, a wiser soul, you've seen.

Comments +

David Wakeling October 24th, 2023 15:10
The demon drink. I hate the fact that Alcohol ruins so many lives I am glad you are sober.Well structure poem.I enjoyed the rhyme. Well done.Have a nice cup of tea.Stay sober.
Thomas W Case October 24th, 2023 15:27
Very empowering. We get wiser with age and experience. Hopefully. Great poem.

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