Sobriety

Sobriety In the beginning, it is like walking on a narrow track With olive roots over the ground to trip you up and branches Of trees slapping you in the face, if you fall get up and Continue to walk to be tired is not an alternative for a rest The track gets smoother and wider, but it rains muds up to Your ankles and you have to cross a stream. After the ordeal you look back and wonder who helped, you inner Strength the id it stepped in when most needed Ahead is a shiny asphalted road waiting just for you. I can`t promise you happiness and Hallelujahs, But promise this when at home and the day was long you Will smile feel contentment for you have walked the walk, Your feet are dry and life is not as bad as you thought.