Poem -
An Alcoholic's Prayer
With drink in my hand,
I pray this my last,
For this isn't best,
So grace, I do ask.
My weakness is real,
But still you I hold,
For you will not leave,
And freedom to hope.
Your presence, I feel,
Each time that I fall,
As you lift me up,
My God that I call.
Remember my love,
The days we have shared,
And cover with mercy,
As this wipes despair.
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Comments
I'm just wondering what he would say about vodka???? BahahahA!!!! ❤❤❤
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You've captured the self-perpetuating insanity of it profoundly and eloquently here DENISE!!.....PINNED!!.....man I'm reading a lot of great stuff on COSMO today......thanx so much for this dear poet sister!!......ALL STARS!!..... well done......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?✳✴♥??
agreed. One day at a time.....think the drink through.......
Thank you, Tony! God bless you! ❤
I can sadly relate all too well to this excellent write Denise. Pinned also - Syd
Thank you, Syd. The fight is real for so many of us unfortunately. ?