Poems by Charlie G.

[CharlieG]

Ok, so I thought I could post a poem here & later if it's OK, I'll post it as a reg. post. It is really cool, if I say so myself!

I met a man with a tale to tell…
By
Charlie G

I show to the world that I'm a man;
But in reality, I have no plan.
I spend my time holding up a mask;
It is not easy, it is a task.
Peel back the lips and show them a grin;
Inside I’m a loser, but they see a win.
Wheeling & dealing was my daily achievement;
Squealing and reeling in self bereavement.
I’d lie, steal or charm to finish the deal,
Anything to keep from having to feel.
That is who I was, until I was prod;
To step off the ledge; let go & let God.
When I met a man with a tale to tell;
Who said, “I can get you out of this hell.”
“That war raging inside of you, that you can’t ever win?
It doesn’t have to be where you’re going – just where you’ve been.”
“Hell, you’d attempt Mt. Everest for one more pill;
But it’s just 12 easy steps up Sobriety Hill.”
12 simple steps, then you’ll soar like a bird;
Confident, assured, apart from the herd.
Flying high overhead, looking down at the past;
Where you spun your wheels in despair, going nowhere real fast.
The price for this? The cost of the bill?
Was the simple giving up of my own self-will.
So I agreed to his terms, I said I’d give it a try;
Because using was misery, It’d long since lost it’s high.
So here’s what I did, 12 steps in all;
After reading the Big Book & getting a sponsor to call:


Starting with step one, that was a breeze;
Step two was tricky, wasn’t “God” just a tease?
Step three was a big one, if I wanted to be free;
Giving up my will; not depending on me.
The next one was honesty, that’s the heart of step four;
What I’d kept hidden for so long; I now opened that door.
In step five I admitted all - to God, man & me;
And the guilt that consumed me - now let me be.
Six is my defects, God take them away;
And in seven, I knelt down and that’s what I pray.
Making a list of my wrongs, this was step eight;
Ready & willing, it’s never too late.
Nine takes time; it should be done face to face;
Making amends when you can, and always with grace.
Ten is done daily, a close look at me;
Cleaning my house, is what keeps me free.
But the greatest for me is when I do step eleven;
Drawing closer to God; closer to Heaven.
Step twelve, you’re finished! But you’ve only begun;
When you see another still suffering, you tell them how it’s done.

So, what I want you to remember, what I need you to know;
Is what someone told me a long time ago:
That war raging inside you, that you can’t ever win?
It doesn’t have to be where you’re going – just where you’ve been

Peace
Charlie G