Riding Shotgun
The addict rests in the darkness
Comfortable in his skin
Knowing
Does not doubt his actions
Moves forward swiftly
Alone
Bottle and stash by his side
Chaos as his neighbour
Top down
Cruising
Upon awakening its us
Who needs to pick
ourselves up
wonder
where we have been
Where's the money I had
Who's that lying in my bed
With shame as our witness
Our mouths stinking of cigarettes
Our clothes stained from whatever
it was that happened last night
Or maybe we never left
the house at all
awaking once again to the
pain in our heads
the pain in our hearts
And in that moment we choose
Us or addict
Who will rule that day
Alone, alone she wants us
To terrify us with her stories
To playback the defeats and indiscretions
setting her trap
Coming together in all ways
Whether it is in this room or the next
Saying what there is to say
Opening our ears
Opening our hearts
Lessens his grip
Today I rise after stumbling
and scraping my knees
From there I thanked God for
my opportunity to rise
From there I shift the focus
from my torment to my opportunity
From my pain to my gratitude
I place one foot in front of the other
Open my heart to healing
Giving God the wheel
Gordon Martin Feb 4, 2017
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