Living in a Hell, of my own making,
despising myself, for all that I do.
Waking to the craving, the hands shaking,
needing a drink prior to meeting you.
Life put on hold, the mistress takes control,
her seductive ways, causing all such harm.
No love for myself, inside there's a hole,
I have been beguiled by her false charm.
Bottom of bottle stares back silently,
promising nothing but more strife and pain.
Finally beaten, I want to be free,
before this condition drives me insane.
Surrendering fully, give up my will,
letting God's love guide me, I'm sober still.
Author notes
Love you Tory.
Quote inspired:
3. "It's never too late to live happily ever after!" --submitted by Denise
This is not at all what I intended for this prompt when I put fingers to keys,
however this is what showed up on the page, who am I to second guess my Heavenly muse. 
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Comments
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I think this is outstanding
To turn one's life around while carrying a great addiction is nothing short of awesome to me
Way to go!
I wish you the best of the best!
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Well done. and indeed His hands continue working
long after we are done. You nailed it here
great job and best wishes in the contest
Love ya
Tory
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Very nice...a wonderful write of truth...you traveled a long hard road, but you made a change at that fork and now you travel in the Grace...safely and clean...one day at a time... very well done...great flow and true meaning...Best to you always!
Love,
sis
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