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
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Author:
Michael William Reid (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just something about my struggle and triumph over my alcoholism
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A triumph over addiction. Takes a great deal of willpower. I appreciate the subject matter and the read. Your lines, well composed.
Thank you so much. My writing has really given me an outlet and helped me persevere through the rough times. I like to think reading some of my writing might help someone in some small way. Even if it's just to tell them that they aren't alone
Superb topic
I have had the same battle so know it is far from easy
RESPECT
Thank you I really appreciate that. There's so many people who battle addiction and I like to think I can help them in some small way
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