While I Strived At Wilmington Treatment Center
I strolled with God, and
God with me, as
I shrank from booze to clarity, through
Narrow doors, and sculpted lawn, that
Buffered me with accountability -
The hands of God my confidence
No one can stand
Like wall against.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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