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