Sometimes can't tell left from right,
Trying hard to survive, do the best to stay alive.
Need You God to Guide my soul, Your path I wish to
know! So much to learn, can't afford another wrong
turn. One more nip, one more lite. So hard to keep
it from my life. So many excuses, so many reasons,
sometimes even the change of season...Cool wind
blows in, mind starts drifting off again. Yellow
moon/black nite, so hard to keep it from my life...
Time is ticking, gotta change, nobody but me to
blame... Gotta focus..keep my goals in sight..Gotta
let go of whats held me, so tight! Don't wish to be
numb to you..First blue, then black, then Black! ,
back to blue. Then at last a ghostly white. With no
goals reached as they lower me, and Close the lid
tight! No longer to see, a Yellow moon/Black nite.
Got to Change my Life! ! !
I love the way you write this one like a healing monologue..it feels freedom flying from our mind and heart...free from heartache
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a very unique style and it fits you and your message. I think this style fits the struggle going on and then whirling back on itself and then surging on again. There is threads of many things going on here- the image of the yellow moon in the black night, the vacillation of the recovery process, the reaching out to God, the self-encouragement and its strength, then despair, then.... A very charismatic poem about the heartache of alcoholism. Very well done. And so worth the doing. God bless you, Rebecca. 10.
Thank You! ! ! For Such Heart in Such a Kind and Thoughtful response! ! ! God Bless! ! !