Oct 2018
I Shall Drink No More Forever
I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone. My days and nights are endless, the moments in-between are long. This pain is not everlasting, my guilt not forevermore, abstinence is the cure for this madness, humility unlocks the door. On bended knee we pray for forgiveness and intervention from our Lord, searching our soul for answers, until the truth from the heart is poured. We stand and stare in the mirror, at the stranger staring back, looking for any signs of weakness and the courage we may still lack. My life is a story of sorrows, self-inflicted wounds repeated oft again, searching the bottom of a bottle for answers to problems, finding out it's where they began.
I shall drink no more forever, the battle cry of my soul, serenity is the cadence I march to, one day at a time my goal. We must forgive and ask forgiveness to start healing, understanding our right to be hurt, making a fearless and searching moral inventory, of our mind where the pain still lurks. I must believe that I am worth saving, that the price not too much to pay, that my mind and spirit remain willing, that there is no easier softer way. Many will doubt that I can do this, even family and those I once called friends, their doubts cannot cause me to falter, my strength must come from within. To them I give nothing but silence, I can convince only He that's above, who grants unconditional pardon, and remembers not what I was. Admitting that I am powerless to manage my life, or win any battle I've fought, believing that there is only One who could, and would if He were sought. Along recovery's road I hope someday to stand, helping other lost souls along, I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone.
I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone. My days and nights are endless, the moments in-between are long. This pain is not everlasting, my guilt not forevermore, abstinence is the cure for this madness, humility unlocks the door. On bended knee we pray for forgiveness and intervention from our Lord, searching our soul for answers, until the truth from the heart is poured. We stand and stare in the mirror, at the stranger staring back, looking for any signs of weakness and the courage we may still lack. My life is a story of sorrows, self-inflicted wounds repeated oft again, searching the bottom of a bottle for answers to problems, finding out it's where they began.
I shall drink no more forever, the battle cry of my soul, serenity is the cadence I march to, one day at a time my goal. We must forgive and ask forgiveness to start healing, understanding our right to be hurt, making a fearless and searching moral inventory, of our mind where the pain still lurks. I must believe that I am worth saving, that the price not too much to pay, that my mind and spirit remain willing, that there is no easier softer way. Many will doubt that I can do this, even family and those I once called friends, their doubts cannot cause me to falter, my strength must come from within. To them I give nothing but silence, I can convince only He that's above, who grants unconditional pardon, and remembers not what I was. Admitting that I am powerless to manage my life, or win any battle I've fought, believing that there is only One who could, and would if He were sought. Along recovery's road I hope someday to stand, helping other lost souls along, I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone.
