The other day

I recalled sitting in a bar

drinks on the way

seeing laughter afar

.

I would wait until the moment

a fellow drinker arrived

and we’d begin our lament

how our lives were denied

.

By the pangs of society

The truths we belied

We wanted our liberty

to arrive here we sighed

.

Years have passed

since I took that last drink

I realize just how vast

my denial danced on the brink

.

of quiet disaster

living a fantasy

no room for laughter

simply a travesty

.

today I will be grateful

that I’ve found my reality

my life has become full

gradually found my sanity

.

This is my journey and I speak of solace,

That real fortune helps me seek Grace