Havířov A Work in Progress
exothermally I see the dark shadow
creep across the lawn of my mind
a thunderstorm in the making
rumbling its low curses
I feel the cold winds of change
blow in from my past
chilling me to the bone
bringing home memories
acting-out acting-in
Shall I? Will I? Can I?
Make the call.
Take the step.
Glance upward.
Blinded am I, momentarily
the sun warmth of my Higher Power
chasing ill winds and dark shadows
I am rescued. I am sober.
For today.
CT Intergroup Anon