The Bottle Calls Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The bottle calls, a lonely fight,
Some cling so tight, with all their might.
'My life, ' they say, 'I choose my way, '
But darkness grows with each new day.

Then others find a different door,
Where help is given, and hearts restore.
A power higher, a guiding hand,
In shared experience, they understand.

A sudden wish, a burning need,
To plant a different, kinder seed.
Surrender comes, a letting go,
To trust in faith, and watch hope grow.

The mystery deep, we can't explain,
Why some find freedom, some find pain?
But in that choice, a lesson lies,
To reach for help, and open eyes.


T.M.Solvang