Addiction

Michael William Reid

In those days of fallen grace 

The bottle took its place

And wrapped it's dirty fingers round my soul

In those days of pain 

My soul did wane

Flickered and almost blew out

In those days of despair 

My heart was aware

But I would not heed it's shout

I sank down more and more

As the bottle gained more might

But I dreamed that someday I would soar

And reach unreachable heights 

Until the day I had enough 

This addiction had to stop

It would be hard it would be tough 

But I knew it had to drop

I conquered my demons

Started to heal my heart 

And found a joy once lost

I found my pride in who I am

And saw what the drink had cost

I now love me, I love my life 

And the people who helped me through 

I learned just what my life could be

When my heart is true

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael William Reid (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2024 08:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just something about my struggle and triumph over my alcoholism
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Cassie58

    A triumph over addiction. Takes a great deal of willpower. I appreciate the subject matter and the read. Your lines, well composed.

  • peto

    Superb topic
    I have had the same battle so know it is far from easy
    RESPECT



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