by
Ronald Edwards, Copyright © 2008
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
Twas
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
Its
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
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