I've had a rough couple weeks. In my head alot, but I wrote this poem tonight. I'm sharing in hopes it may help someone else.
The Mighty Foe
22 March 2018
There's a poem I once wrote about a mighty foe,
It's like a dream when I think of so long ago.
Back then it was just an average name,
Of a liquidy substance some drank in shame.
I knew it caused problems it was easy to see,
I couldn't fathom to drink it, in the naiive little me.
No one could make me, of that I was sure,
My heart was still open, my intentions were pure.
When I had been offered my first little drink,
Something inside me decided not to shrink.
I took a sip that I liked, then guzzled it down.
If I had anymore I knew I would drown
So I swore I would never pick it up again;
Then my heart got shattered and my story began:
Alcohol started to be my best friend.
Anytime I was heartbroken it had an ear to lend.
Everytime I was scared it gave me a hand,
To help fight my battles or bury me in sand.
When I was cold it warmed me right up.
If I was tired it was a great pick-me-up.
I was lonely alot, and it made me new friends,
However, it blinded me to all the dead ends.
When at last I was shown the life I was leading,
It was like a horror book I was reading.
I had pushed away the ones I loved most.
The face in the mirror, was but a scared little ghost.
The light in my eyes had completely diminished,
And I knew at that moment, I had to be finished.
I had hurt many people and blamed it on them;
Really I was hurting myself, over and over again.
I've thought many times of the damage I've done,
Now with God's help, I know that I've won.
The binds of this monster are finally falling off,
Though I feel it inside and hear it scoff.
It says I can't do it, that I'll never win.
It says I'm not worthy, that I should give in.
When I refuse to let the fight go on,
I give it to God, that these fears may be gone.
I know that He'll help me, He's given me tools,
To help me swim across the negativity pools.
Some days it's harder to escape the madness;
Those days I am grateful, not full of sadness.
For those days remind me how far I have traveled,
And show me that alcohol's binds have unraveled.
Now instead of running or hiding somewhere,
I know I can turn to someone who'll share,
Their experience, love, understanding and peace.
There are plenty of others who have found release.
I know I can turn to God, church or family,
Or if I'm not ready I have friends who will hear me.
Some strangers are willing to listen, I'm learning,
For their past has also left their heart burning.
So try as you may, you will never win,
For mighty foe named alcohol, I will not let you in.
My heart now, does not have the space;
It is a grateful, loving, and peaceful place.
And as long as I listen, and let God run the show,
He will tie my life together, not with binds; with a bow.
The Mighty Foe
22 March 2018
There's a poem I once wrote about a mighty foe,
It's like a dream when I think of so long ago.
Back then it was just an average name,
Of a liquidy substance some drank in shame.
I knew it caused problems it was easy to see,
I couldn't fathom to drink it, in the naiive little me.
No one could make me, of that I was sure,
My heart was still open, my intentions were pure.
When I had been offered my first little drink,
Something inside me decided not to shrink.
I took a sip that I liked, then guzzled it down.
If I had anymore I knew I would drown
So I swore I would never pick it up again;
Then my heart got shattered and my story began:
Alcohol started to be my best friend.
Anytime I was heartbroken it had an ear to lend.
Everytime I was scared it gave me a hand,
To help fight my battles or bury me in sand.
When I was cold it warmed me right up.
If I was tired it was a great pick-me-up.
I was lonely alot, and it made me new friends,
However, it blinded me to all the dead ends.
When at last I was shown the life I was leading,
It was like a horror book I was reading.
I had pushed away the ones I loved most.
The face in the mirror, was but a scared little ghost.
The light in my eyes had completely diminished,
And I knew at that moment, I had to be finished.
I had hurt many people and blamed it on them;
Really I was hurting myself, over and over again.
I've thought many times of the damage I've done,
Now with God's help, I know that I've won.
The binds of this monster are finally falling off,
Though I feel it inside and hear it scoff.
It says I can't do it, that I'll never win.
It says I'm not worthy, that I should give in.
When I refuse to let the fight go on,
I give it to God, that these fears may be gone.
I know that He'll help me, He's given me tools,
To help me swim across the negativity pools.
Some days it's harder to escape the madness;
Those days I am grateful, not full of sadness.
For those days remind me how far I have traveled,
And show me that alcohol's binds have unraveled.
Now instead of running or hiding somewhere,
I know I can turn to someone who'll share,
Their experience, love, understanding and peace.
There are plenty of others who have found release.
I know I can turn to God, church or family,
Or if I'm not ready I have friends who will hear me.
Some strangers are willing to listen, I'm learning,
For their past has also left their heart burning.
So try as you may, you will never win,
For mighty foe named alcohol, I will not let you in.
My heart now, does not have the space;
It is a grateful, loving, and peaceful place.
And as long as I listen, and let God run the show,
He will tie my life together, not with binds; with a bow.
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