Angie O'Neill

The Alcoholic

She, with bleary haunted holes
Seeing only stress and strife.
She, with weary drunken soul
Weaving in and out of life.

Her stumbling feet hit solid ground.
Her Higher Power took her hand.
Once more Humanity she found,
Two sets of footprints in the sand.

Her spirit soared to Higher Power
Though her feet stayed on the ground.
No longer need to ease the pain
For it no longer held her bound.

No more the need to numb her mind.
No more despair to greet the day.
Contentment, peace and love she finds
As God shows ME the AA way.


Written for all who can identify.

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