Recovery You come creeping into my dreams, just a little tease, and wait 'til dawn to bring me to my knees. You wait for me all day long so very sure I am not that strong. Oh, but now I know all too well, that just one slip will surely return me to the depths of hell. Time running out, almost the twenty four, from a small whisper to a hellish roar. I stand my ground though temptation shouts, I kneel to pray as time runs out. Thank you, God, for granting me another day of sobriety. Pam Jenkins Annapolis MD -Click Here for the Next Poem- Please click here to email me your poem and enter the poetry contest. |
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