First step.
What was that first step?
Oh man, I can't even think.
I stink.
Something 'bout powerlessness
& my addiction.
Am going back to bed.
A contest entry
- Addiction by pinkink.
850 points, ended March 19, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Laisser les bon temps rouler! Let the good times role, cousin!
Comments
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hehe.. are saying your addicted to sleep?! ;>

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I hear you
It is so that with addictions the mind is on forever hold
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Thanks
I appreciate your message sir or ma'am:
I do not know that I quite concur with you, but what I was hoping to express was the perpetual struggle which often does bring us back to the first step, which is
Step 1 : We admitted we were powerless over alcohol - that our lives had become unmanageable.
The other point I am hoping to share, is that no matter how much recovery a person claims or thinks she or he has, there are still "rough mornings" or experiences in which we are humbled by what we cannot have power or control over.
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Somedays I wish I was going back to bed...thanks for entering.





