I’m still alive Though not intact I strive and strive To stay on track
I try, I fail I try again I need to heal It never ends
The coarse was set With little wind My sail’s a net It’s hard to win
LIke a tattoo One stain at a time What I’ve accrued Is pain in my prime
I work what I got With smiles and grins I want to give up But fight giving in
So I’ll go on One day at a time Till I am upon Life’s finish line
Written By: Bill MacEachern
I’ve experienced many downfalls in. My life, physical and mental abuse from mother and father, abandoned by father, alcoholic Parents, victim of ****** abuse, discovered my mother when she died... I was falsely accused of child ****** abuse(found innocent) and had a shotgun stuck in my face during a bank robbery... I attempted suicide several times, at least two were serious , My first attempt of sobriety was at the age of 20. A year after my mother died, I was successful for 5 years.... Bent on and off sobriety several times since, at this moment, sober again for 5plus years... The poem is trying to describe what I feel is the reasons for my struggles in being more successful in life than I’ve been, it’s as if I have preprogramming to failure...