Sober

Thirty days.
I made it...
I'm finally, on my way.
Thirty days of sobriety.
I never thought I'd see today...
Always a clown, alone in mist.
Thinking selfish, torn to bits.
Out on drunken, hellish fits...
Confused ignoring God's great gifts.
Forged amongst the sinners pit.
I never thought, it would come to this...
Now by the book, one day at a time.
Thirty-three goes bye, still strong on my climb.
Steps we take, for healthier minds.
Gathered in communion of one of a kinds.
Those great,.. whom fallen and stumbled some times.
can still get back up, and grow stronger in time. 
Thirty-eight days sober...
Thirty-eight days new...
Thirty-eight days to meet...
The me... I once new.