Recovery

I never knew,..
That it would be this hard.
Walking blind, lost abound,.. with scars.
Man,..
This recovery is hard..
Used to countless pills piled high...
Countless bottles' ran dry..
Living young, chasing stars.
Reviving through the cry.
Finding what I thought...
Was never what it was..
Looking hard,..
For something never lost.
Drowning myself,..
in an unbroken,
broken,..
way of life.
Then amongst the mist...
In the haze of my drunk.
I see your face, 
of unconditional love.
It reminds me of God above...
My children,...
My mother,..
My father,...
My brother,... 
My sister,... 
My family,...
In blood, and in Christ.
Alone I shine,...
Together we shine brighter.
So I join in meeting,..
To make me stronger,..
New can always be made,..
New can always be changed,..
New will always be...
So I join, for a change, of history,...