Luv It Or Leav It
From the top of my class,
to the bottom of every glass...
Alcohol helped me fall.
From padded floors to rubber walls.
I've seen it all.
Alcohol caused it all.
Now the weak must get strong!!!
It's a blessing to shake this depression.
Even if it's only for a second...
I can finally catch my breath.
Living like I was guaranteed to be the last one left.
Twice I did it to death.
On my conquest I checked.
For this second it's not my time to rest...
So what if I did it to death.
I'm still the cleanest, coolest, and occasionally the most foolish one left.
Still the creme de la creme.
The best of the best.
That only part of why I feel so blessed.
And for this second...
I can catch my breath...
God's grace brought me to a better place.
Where I don't chase.
It feels good to be sober.
All this growth has made me feel so much closer.
It feels good to be sober.
it's official the chase is over!!!
Now feeling so much higher...
With this fire I earn more than I require.
So, it's logical...
I can overcome any obstacle.
With this knowledge
life has become much more profitable..
That's why I don't have any concern,
when I say let it burn!
Having All these reflections,
there is no question,
life must be destined...
Being the best I can be...
Whatever is meant to be will be...
Copyright © Matt T. Love | Year Posted 2010
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