I was told from the start
a foot in front of the other.
Not a clue how much
I'd need to recover.

I walked every mile
stumbling most of the way.
Crawling when had to
day after day.

The high road, the right exit,
the warning signs, all easily missed.
To ask for directions things I just wouldn’t do,
cause when traveling suggestions were left off the list

My path took me to places
never I dreamed I would be,
places foreign
and distant to me.

Back alleys and hallways,
on my basement floor
left bumped and bruised all over
I could not get out the door.

These places that I hated
were getting so old.
My wondering over whelmed me
it started to unfold.

I must admit there were times
that brought me to high places.
Accepting plaques name spelled in gold,
many having smiles on their faces.

My path did not keep on the right track
for these things to happen that often.
Instead in my bedroom with a loaded shotgun
so close to visiting my coffin.

I came to a fork in the road I was on,
a choice desperately had to be made.
Continuing on down this road of self pity and shame
my soul was beginning to fade.

It was then a light flickered it showed a new way
for me to change my intention.
It wasn’t from street lights or cars passing by
it surely was divine intervention.

So I took a step slowly one in front of the other
as I did from the very start.
Towards a flickering light brilliance now increasing
this direction made sense in my heart.

I follow this path a course to where I don’t know
but I do so with all my conviction.
It's a journey this path that I travel today
I care not of its destination.

But I do now so care
that at the end of this lane,
I arrive happy,
sober and sane.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards