Step one (admit you are powerless)

 

 

 

 

 

I LISTENED TO EACH PERSON IN THE ROOM SHARE THEIR LIFE STORY

 

EACH ONE STRUGGLED THROUGH DRUG USE TO DISCOVER NO GUTS NO GLORY

 

 

AS NEWCOMERS WE SAT THERE NUMB, OUR SPIRITS BEAT AND BROKEN

 

WE SAID WE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FIX OURSELVES NO TRUER WORDS WERE EVER SPOKEN

 

 

YEARS OF CHASING THAT HIGH, WHATEVER THE DRUG OF CHOICE

 

LEFT US SPENT AND DEFEATED, WE COULDN’T FIND OUR VOICE

 

 

OUR LIVES WERE FULL OF UGLY LIES, THOUGHTS AND DECEPTION

 

BOTTOM CAME WE HIT IT HARD AND LOOKED UP FOR REDEMPTION

 

 

SOMETHING MADE US SAY ENOUGH IT’S TIME TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND

 

TIME TO EMBRACE LIFE ON ITS TERMS AND LIVE IT HONOR BOUND

 

 

FOR WHO WE’VE WRONGED, FOR WHAT WE’VE DONE, OURSELVES WE MUST FORGIVE

 

TO REALIZE ONE DAY AT A TIME IS OURS TO CALMLY LIVE

 

 

RECOVERY IS TO WATCH ONE DAY TURN INTO 30 AS WE FACE OUR FEARS

 

THEN CONQUER EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM YEAR AFTER SOBER YEAR

 

 

 

PEGGY GILDON © 4/2006

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend Peggy,
STEP #1 We admitted we were powerless over “Blank”, “This can be anything. People, places, or things”, that our lives had become unmanageable.
Your poem rings with truth. There is so much power in step one. To finally come to grip with the concept that we are powerless over whatever demon we battle, and that our lives have become unmanageable is paramount if one desire to live. If we work this step perfectly for the rest of our lives, and seeking a power greater than us to surrender to, a life worth living will be found.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear