"Treads of Hope"

"In a small compartment,
under my kitchen sink,
were the drugs I used,
at the edge of my brink.

When crying didn't help.
When I heard no answer,
from anyone,
or You God.

I kept them close,
and sometimes I still hear,
their ghosts, calling,
through the walls,
where I kept them.

They were just a crutch,
that made me think,
I didn't matter much.
They told me the sweetest lies,
and through these blurry eyes,
in these pages,
I say my goodbyes,
I say my farewells,
to the enemies,
that knew me so very well.

This is the language,
of a warm heart broken,
from being let down,
when the floor collapsed,
making a sound,
only I could hear,
that settled down,
beside my spent up tears,
and that's what I feel,
deep down in here,
sometimes,
but then I think,
about the progress I've made,
without their help,
and the smile I feel,
brightening my face,
and how my heart loves to race,
at the thought of God's Grace,
that I and everyone can recieve,
and all you have to do,
is just believe.

I found redemption,
in these shaking hands,
by reaching out,
to The God I Understand,
and I'll never be afraid to show it,
or for anyone who doesn't know it.
My life I've put on display,
to show you The Truth,
that there is a way, out,
you just have to find out,
what God is about.

A lifelong journey,
with His Help,
I'm not so afraid,
for on this path,
walks two,
and these tracks are laid,
on solid ground,
where hope is made."