Past

In my past, not long ago

I left myself no life to show

On forever I thought I would be,

Drinking my worries into a freeze

Until that day I awoke,

In my head this little voice spoke

My conscience asking me,

Is this your life, the one you wanted it to be?

Always willing to drink once more,

Never listening until I was on the floor

In time it came I had to listen,

Or close my eyes and keep on missing

The life I wanted was to be me,

A chance to be free

Through just one door, My life was there for me,

My door to sobriety

Kelly VanCauwenberghs

New Beginnings House (Cranston)