Sobriety2Poetry

I blamed everyone for my addiction,
binging in my cowardly room.
My house stood up decrepit,
full and empty from my own depression.

Feeling feeble and weak with gross intentions,
still trying to mend these walls,
while hoping for intervention.

I stared down at the floor,
as I sweat and I poured,
looking up and across
at everything that needed restored.

I crawled towards the steps,
and as I looked behind me.
I saw the darkness,
that once confined me.

There was only 12,
and through the keyhole I saw light.
I unlocked the door to recovery,
and surrendered my appetite.

I was out of the dark now,
with my structure upright.
I've gained ascension,
and rebuilding my house one day at a time.

The scaffolding that I've built,
has shifted from beneath.
I've lost my grip,
and dropped to my knees.

God lends a hand,
and shows some release.
I'm lifted with grace,
as I float with ease.

I'm fair in height,
and raised in degrees.
Declining my addiction,
while accepting my disease.

God has inspired me,
to get myself clean.
No more fear and shame,
just sobriety.

We wash away our fears,
as we apply the soap.
To renew the canvas,
and draw inspiration from hope.

Painted with tears,
as our addiction copes.
Releasing minds direction,
a close brush with a stroke.

With soul in hand,
we apply a new coat.

We're used to painting ourselves,
into a once sinking boat.
Now we stand peacefully on land,
as the waves crash it against the coast.