Whiskey Love
Remember hangover days?
Dreadful headaches, you wished
to die!
But your soul fixing took a while to
return.
All your funky promises to never
do this again!
Alas, there you were in the bar to
be bad and to play.
You were there,to get sky high.
And the candle at both ends to burn.
To fly as high as a beautiful wren.
One day, in agony, you knew you
had to find a new way!
You knew not where or why.
You felt as dead as one in an urn.
Suddenly, you had a sponsor, were
at AA meetings,and your life took a
miraculous turn.
12-30-2020
4:30am PST
Dedicated to all in any Recovery
Program. You can do it.
Best wishes,
Pangie
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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