I do some writing now and then. I have a piece I wrote a few weeks back about the life of an alcoholic and recovery. Its rather lengthy, but if anyone wants to read it, Ill post it.
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My warranty on tomorrow has run out. My guarantee on the past is void. Nothing is going my way... and I like it like that.
I took a journey long ago knowing not how far or where I'd go. no care had I for where the end. no traveler with me, no guide, no friend. the path was mine and mine alone cross sand and dirt o're rock and stone. I set a course, not straight, but true and obstacles many I trudged straight through. No compass had I no map no sign no star in the sky...
but I followed my heart held my head high. And forward ever forward marched on. As did time.
But my path grew over behind. And then ahead. Then all around.
Then there was I and just the ground.
And still no guide no friend no sign would turn me around. But where from here was I to go? Lost was I and no where bound My journey now became wandering around. The earth became wet and darkness fell there were thorns and briars and pitfalls to hell stones became boulders weeds became trees and then finally, there, I fell to my knees. And there all alone in the mud and the rain I cried out loud with no restrain Oh GOD ! WHY, why have you choosen ME this day WHAT have I done to be treated this way! A simple walk, thats all I asked I thought that such a simple task! And HERE you throw me! Amongst this muck, beaten and wet, tired and stuck.
And I sobbed
then I shuddered
then I heard myself say did you really just talk to your God that way
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Oh now was I sorry OH GOD I AM TO BLAME! now my long journey became one of shame. Difficult before yes but now not the same. no strength had I to carry on will to live even all but gone so I sank even further to the wet dirt and the stones and the thorns made my face hurt. so crying and shaking and bleeding and blistered I closed my eyes and faintly whispered God, be my guide be my friend my star in the night tell me when to turn left or turn right be my compass be my sign Oh God, let this journey be yours never mine. Then slowly and carefully I opened my eyes and there before me to my surprise was soft sweet grass apon the ground, and sparkling dew drops, and flowers around and beautifull birds making musical sounds.
the clouds went away and the sun shone bright And once again I stood upright then I took a step then two then three and I'm walking tall still.. for now God walks with me.
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My warranty on tomorrow has run out. My guarantee on the past is void. Nothing is going my way... and I like it like that.
