InApickle

I've decided to keep a poetic diary record from day 1 about my attempt to recovery, feel free to add to it with your own poems !


Day 1 was tough I made it through
I'm just beginning with day 2
Got to say I miss the haze
The drink it got me through the days

But reached a point a wake up call
A mother spoke and said you fool
Look behind in your wallowing
That's your kids and you their following

Never thought with all my drinking
It's not just me that I was sinking
Sailing seas mighty choppy
Never thought my kids would copy

And how can I say "no" don't drink
Only sober minds can think
I drink because my life is bad
Limp excuse that from a Dad

So here I am fighting demons
Sober mind funny feelings
Not just me demons condemn
If I die drunk they'll move to them!

soberandhonest

That is awesome! Keep it going!

manama

I agree. InApickle, you are talented, I just love the poem. I just saw it today and I'm not surprised at the way you work those words. so cool.

Bobbieka

Trying to obtain a year
2/3 there and I think, oh dear
never thought I'd get this far
couldn't have happened without SR.

saoutchik

That was excellent InApickle. As manama said, you are very talented.

Did you know that there is a forum on SR called " Inspirations, thoughts poems and sayings" which might interest you

InApickle

Thank you for the kind words everyone...
I did write a poem about day3 but I have had to scrap it! Not so pleased with this next one and to be honest I feel terrible!

I wrote a poem for day3
A fight that I was bragging
Then hit a rock the wheel locked
And I fell of the wagon!

Dee74

Was that a literary fall or a literal one IAP?
D

manama

Hey another poet! Very lyrical Bobbieka . bet there is a lot of hidden genius around here.

waywardson8260

Nice recovery poem InApickle!

InApickle

Let's put it this way, I am back at day 1.

InApickle

Hey you this is AV
I knew you'd fail see
You couldn't even make it
Past day bloody 3

Now give up all this quitting
And go and get a drink
I'll be your perfect buddy
And tell you how to think

I'll help you through the tough times
Come rain snow or sun
Can't you see it's meant to be
You drunken bloody bum

Now hold on just their AV
You're NOT my bloody friend
You make me feel hungover
You drive me round the bend

Do you not remember
That night i drank a load
And ended up in a&e
Run over on the road

Or how about the ladder
Come on I mean 'strewth'
I woke up the next morning
Sleeping on the roof

You are not my friend AV
And games you like to play
Will disappear with all the fear
Cuz you will fade away!

Dee74

Something that always helped me...

The AV has no arms or legs - it can't go to the liquor and by whatever... it needs us to get its nefarious desires.

Uf we refuse - sure it can throw a tantruim but like any toddler it will quiten down and go to sleep.

You're in control Inapickle - not your AV.

D

Steely

The music and the poem were great inapickle. In the driver's seat.